Poems about green
Then Bear Her To The Greenwood, And Build
almost to jealousy,
then bear her to the greenwood, and build for her a bower,
with half a smile and half a spum,
but, had you looked in
If Just As Breath Is Narrow Loving
for arrogance of them
too wide for any night but heaven
as if for lull of sport
that was in the green
when earth cannot be had
till death is narrow loving
she'd pass for barehead short way off
if just as soon as breath is out
if love be just beyond
how long a day i could endure
This Is Green
so he let me lead him in
so brave upon its little bed
the angels happening that way
tastes death the first to hand the sting
the color of the grave is green
this is my letter to the world
was like the other days
no dead, were ever carried down
from what would last till heads like mine
so sure i'd come so sure i'd come
i wonder if it weighs like mine,
and would it feel as big
sweet, to have had them lost
yet she cannot speak,
My Best Was Gone To Wait In Any
how sick to wait in any place but thine
neither if he visit other
and then it doesn't stay
and yet existence some way back
my best was gone to sleep
just to be poor for barefoot vision
to him of adequate desire
to keep the other still
but just the names, of gems
before the world be green
the day that was before
was that she might
'tis True That Deity To Do
'tis true that deity to stoop
entirely for thee
'tis one by one the father counts
a night there lay the days between
before the world be green
and when his golden walk is done
if just as soon as breath is out
the grass so little has to do
and he will tell you skill is late
She Leaves Them Bitten When She Has To
he bore a green-white stick in his hand,
and a voice that has sounded in my room
and warn them away with a stick for a gun,
that a man for god should strike a blow,
a farm, a countryside, or if he can,
if design govern in a thing so small,
if we who sight along it round the world,
you needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time,"
she leaves them bitten when she has to fly,
and that was why it whispered and did not speak,
it is because like men we look too near,
Scared A Silver Blade,
and in conjunction giving quite a spread,
like the two strokes across a dollar sign,
like pearls, and now a silver blade,
pale orchises, and scared a bright green snake,
leap up, like that, like that, and land so lightly
one on a side, it comes to little more,
through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
yet not enough, a bullet through and through,
and that has made all the difference,
but the secret sits in the middle and knows,
of burning fatness, and then nothing but
he wanted to go over that, but most of all
what brought the kindred spider to that height,
that water never did to land before,
That Shouted In His Hand,
he bore a green-white stick in his hand,
that shouted in the mist a month ago,
but in a moment not, a little spurt
a telescope, someone in every town
like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance,
He Went;
brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
and half the bag wound round his hand,
he bore a green-white stick in his hand,
he stood there bringing march against his thought,
there he had built his stolen shack,
when he called her -