Poems about element
So I Can Ease One Life The Aching,
it might be famine all around
and they will differ if they do
if i can ease one life the aching,
so i am hearing him, i'll dream,
he longer must than i
they may not finally say, yes
like element are they
where thou art that is home
Before The Angle Of Something Interposed Between Their
a weapon in our human fight,' he said,
for the hard work, he chafed its long white body
he calls on change through the violence of the elements,
of something interposed between their sight
and whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
before the coming of the snow,
and her in the angle of house and barn
then sit down in the middle of them all,
out through the fields and the woods
and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses,
next to nothing for use,
were not the one dead, turned to their affairs,
He Calls On Stone,
they make us cringe for metal-point on stone,
on through the watching for that early birth
to drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs
and tripped the body, shot the spirit on
years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
and the nature of time and space,
the spoils of the dead,
then the rain stopped and the blowing,
kicking his way down through the air to the ground,
he calls on change through the violence of the elements,
with the glittering things,
and the awe passes wonder then,
and the world had found new terms of worth,
more blameless in the sense of being less