Poems about manner
That Assembly Not Far Off
their graspless manners mock us
put the thought in advance a year
and that assembly not far off
and then it doesn't stay
Without The While
without the loneliness
deeper than without
but the forty
the lightning playeth all the while
to show the sun the way
some manner of the hair
But If Eager For The Shame
that, weary of this beggar's face
the date, and manner, of the shame
not period that died,
he seek conviction, that be this
three times he would not go
most i love the cause that slew me,
but if the lady come
if eager for the dead
the wind does working like a hand,
lest back the awful door should spring,
until they lock it in the grave,
oh, dear, i guess if he were a boy
he'd be too tall, the tallest one
So Greater Than The Amulet
without that forcing, in my breath
the soul stares after it, secure
that did it tear all day,
but how he set, i know not,
was large enough for me,
so greater than the gods can show,
the date, and manner, of the shame
and leave the soul alone,
we are the flower thou the sun!
forget! the lady with the amulet
the loved?