Poems about fame
I Could Not Feel The Earth They For
fame of myself to lack although
who knows but at the sight of that
and the earth they tell me
for it would stop my breath
i could not feel the anguish go
i got so i could take his name
i never lost as much but twice,
what word had they for me?
The Distant Say That Bright Majority
but there is no gratitude
our little garden that we lost
some say that bright majority
a furtive look you know as well
or what the distant say
fame of myself to lack although
better than new could be for that
to favorites a few
and see the people going by
one and one are one
you hear a being drop
the walls begun to tell
each other's setting saw
there is one farther than you
the only one forestalling mine
Nor Can See
the dust, will vex your fame
nor can you tell me
and that is his business not ours
for their sake not for ours
as crew of mountains could afford
when gentlemen can see
for these were only put to death
for evidence it be the grace
that happen on the soul
are nothing to the bee
do not you
could it be madness this?
a tongue to tell him i am true!
the way i read a letter's this
Of Man
how weakness passed or force arose
the maker of ourselves be what
of meeting them afraid
fame of myself to lack although
there's somewhat prouder, over there
a little road not made of man
New
when once it has begun
a bird by chance that goes that way
so say if queen it be
of which i have never heard?
nor will he like the dumb
it's all i have to bring today
no one he seemed to know
fame of myself to lack although
as if they just repressed
when he was mean and new
and then the list is done
when choice of life is past
they given us presents most you know