Poems about meet
Not Quite With Him At Home
how weakness passed or force arose
to miss if one shall meet
nor will he like the dumb
not quite with him at home
Of Home Or God
and could not know the feeling 'twas
what was his furthest mind of home or god
gave even as to all
of meeting them afraid
We Nearer Steal To Take Away
and tell him charge thee speak it plain
and carried me away
beyond the trait to take away
the only one i meet
i cannot see a spoke
i don't know him; snugly built!
that i might look on thee?
we nearer steal to thee!
i held so high, for thee
i offered being for it
then i my timid service done
Three Times We Parted Breath And I Looked
nor to dream he and me
of meeting them afraid
thinking perhaps that i looked tired or alone
three times we parted breath and i
when skill entreated it the last
but 'twas the fact that he was dead
alas, that wisdom is so large
What Would I Should Not Fear The Fight!
i should not fear the fight!
that i might look on thee?
what would i give to see his face?
and whose "i'll meet you" hesitates
The Sound Ones, Like The Instant That We
too near to heaven to fear
death doubts it argues from the ground
the instant that we meet
the sound ones, like the hills shall stand
we speculated fair, on every subject, but the grave
when it began, or if there were
both went to see,
all i may, if small,
if it be, i wake a bourbon,
oh if there may departing be
they leave us with the infinite,
and held my ears, and like a thief
while just a girl at school,
That Ran To Meet Us
blew out itself for fear
these adjust that ran to meet us
those who begin today
here said the year
and that i am coming too
for i inhabit her
and so with lives
and assumes from home
she's busy with an altered care
myself can own the key
Then There's A Pair Of What Word
and banish me
that man and woman know
then there's a pair of us don't tell!
so much, that did i meet the queen
and life was not so ample i
death did not notice me,
what word had they for me?
bereft i was of what i knew not
you said that i "was great" one day
I Shall Not Stop For Death,
more imminent than pain
but reduce no human spirit
because i could not stop for death,
if things were opposite and me
like hammers did they know they fell
so we must meet apart
themself had just remained till we rejoin them
and ways i knew not that i knew till then
i shall not feel at home i know
when it begun or if there were
i could not tell the date of mine,
and been myself that easy thing
i know, and they know me;
and wear if god should count me fit
and this one do not feel the same
Yet It's Sunday All The Time
we came to flesh upon
condemned but just to see
so when 'twas time to see
because it's sunday all the time
so we must meet apart
the perfect, nowhere be afraid
oh what an afternoon for heaven,
not like the dew, did she return
and yet it tasted like them all,
and then i come away,
and then it doesn't stay
life's little duties do precisely
as should sound to me
if others want to see
I Esteem The Others Look A Needless Show
can harass me no more
how shall we arrange it
better of it continual be afraid
the others look a needless show
that if the spirit like to hide
i will of you
that i esteem the fiction real
i dwell in possibility
is all i own
the only one i meet
But Gallanter, I Lived On Dread; To Those
remark that birds have fled!
i lived on dread; to those who know
but gallanter, i know
look if she should know
and whose "i'll meet you" hesitates
so when she comes this way,
That They Have Done Expecting Me Think I'm
i fear me this circumference
i'll tell thee all how bald it grew
i've nothing else to bring, you know
that they have done expecting me
let me think i'm sure
of meeting them afraid
he'll take it scan it step aside
As Death
neither witnessed rise
until it bend as low as death
as far as death this way
slow night that must be watched away
just we two meet
how sick to wait in any place but thine
The Honorable Work
just let go the breath
just that you should see
the power to be true to you,
to take the honorable work
the saved will tell
i never thought to see
i only have it not tonight
the only one i meet
yet precious as the house
to this world she returned,
if i may have it, when it's dead,
To Meet Us
of what they do outside
these adjust that ran to meet us
goes safely where an open eye
although i put away his life
to live so small as i
like mine for not a foot nor hand
so safer guess with just my soul
better of it continual be afraid
for fear the squirrels know,
to keep the other still
like mine for not a foot nor hand
tell him just how she sealed you cautious!
I Had Worn It, Every Day,
the dying need but little, dear,
for i had worn it, every day,
if i must tell you, of a horse
so much, that did i meet the queen
is all the rest i knew!
i shall but drink the more!
what if they hear me!
i don't care for pouting skies!
i could not feel the anguish go
Carries One Out Of It To Meet
but not for sympathy
as fair as our idea
these adjust that ran to meet us
and carries one out of it to god
and she had past, with him
my business, just a life i left,
and then you and i, were silenter,
and bear to all my friends,
adam, and eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;
before they drop full music on;
for doubt, that i should know the sound
Just For One To Stipulate
be of me afraid,
he will tell me what "peter" promised
they'd judge us how
but just for one to stipulate
because there was a winter once
because escape is done
done
just we two meet
i think a little well like mine
closer so i at my sleeping
As Easy, If It Only Moved As Do
to qualify despair
to prove it possibler
although i knew to take it
nor to dream he and me
condemned but just to see
proves that outgrown i see
that i was found
the wealth i had contented me
it could not hold a sigh
it only moved as do the suns
still just as easy, if it be thy will
but just to hear the grace depart
nature is what we hear
these adjust that ran to meet us
as we it were that perished
Still My Heart My Heart My Eye
and still my heart my eye outweighs
meet us with a smile
but please take a little girl
if i'm lost now
The Ground
lest it fall
when march is scarcely on
death doubts it argues from the ground
and mockery was still
of water and of me
itself can rest upon
the one the other will absorb
the only one i meet
i meant to tell her how i longed
i'd give my biggest bobolink!
ever be induced to do!
what cato couldn't prove me
so sure i'd come so sure i'd come
until he let you in!
her frosts to ponder then it was
Longer Trust
the reason deeper lies,
i pondered how the bliss would look
i knew not but the next
i shall meet with conviction i somewhere met
i stole them from a bee
god gave a loaf to every bird
some say it is "the spheres" at play!
and now the chance had come
when it was dark enough to do
and then it's time to strike my tent
good night! which put the candle out?
because it's sunday all the time
by my long bright and longer trust
The Gash
that frightened but an hour
of meeting them afraid
indignant that the joy was come
the lady with the amulet will face
the garden keep the gash
of the mind of man
and in the grave i see thee best
what shall i do when the skies a'chirrup
but we might learn to like the heaven,
i did not know the year then
i could not deem it late to hear
could i do else with mine?
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
Why It
be limited by ignorance
but just for one to stipulate
but do one face us suddenly
that when i could not find it
i had not had but for yourself
and why it was so still
and would not let the seconds by
these adjust that ran to meet us
the other only hear
conviction might, of me
the summer grace, for notice strove
that they will cheat the sight
"that must have been the sun!"
There In The Doctor Put Him With Ichor
of the great harvest i myself desired,
and the nature of time and space,
and heat so close in; but the thought of all
the doctor put him in the dark of ether,
there in the hush of the wood that reposes,
all simply in the springing of the year,
the understanding of a friend,
embalm him with ichor of nettle,
and the mind whirls and the heart sings,
that struck the earth,
when that was, the soft mist
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
a flower to try its currents where they crossed,
and try to stack them in a better load,
I Understand, It Is Not The Truth And
trying to coax him off with pocket-money,
he'd tear to pieces, even a bed to lie on,
from up there always? for i want to know,"
when i go up through the mowing field,
and on a day we meet to walk the line
and then i said the truth and we moved on,
but tree, i have seen you taken and tossed,
but i understand, it is not the stones,
i sha'n't be gone long, you come too,
i craved strong sweets, but those
i can see how you might, but i don't know!
i don't know rightly whether any man can,"
done so much and i know not how much more
it is because like men we look too near,
We Had No One Thing More That Was
must speak and tell us where they are,
and one thing more that was not then to say,
we have to use a spell to make them balance,
not loth to have excuse to go,
we have to use a spell to make them balance,
to find that the utmost reward
for you to doubt the likelihood,
and one thing more that was not then to say,
hearts not averse to being beguiled,
to ensure their not being wasted on me,
to get so we had no one left to live with,
we ran as if to meet the moon
On A Stop To Know That For
across the reeds to a window light,
and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
toward the throne to witness there
there is the gale to urge behind
they found a way to put a stop to it,
with a thick thumbnail to show how it ran
to this lean feeding save once a year
and on a day we meet to walk the line
and to the forest edge you came one day
to seek the happy isles together,
to know that for destruction ice
ever to grind to soil for grass,
To Break; Though Once They Seem Not Being
and on a day we meet to walk the line
to carry again to you,
from which to gather your gown,
what brought the kindred spider to that height,
he is in doubt whether to admit real trouble to a place beside the
to ensure their not being wasted on me,
and they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
they were welcome to their belief,
To Find Fused In Grass And Sand,
in grass and sand,
to find fused in another star,
to the land vaguely realizing westward,
to yield with a grace to reason,
and on a day we meet to walk the line
to stop without a farmhouse near
a plow, they say, to plow the snow,
so close the windows and not hear the wind,
One Eye Is Slipping, Bottles, Buns
and further still at an unearthly height,
they bring the telephone and telegraph,
the barren boughs without the leaves,
and the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns
broken across it, and one eye is weeping
but outer space,
they might find fuel there, in withered brake,
outside there in the entry, for i saw it,"
but it's not so, the place is the asylum,
and fighting over it perished fain,
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
and taken with it all the hyla breed
so close the windows and not hear the wind,
see nothing worthy to have been its mark,
to think of the right thing to say too late,
But The Other, As When They Were A
will run as hushed as when they were a thought
then took the other, as just as fair,
but the pen stayed exactly as it was
but neither one was the thief
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
and the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
for heaven and the future's sakes,
and descended outside,
The Other End The Middle Of Them All,
the lurking frost in the earth beneath
the bridegroom came forth into the porch
and at the other end the microscope,
and work was little in the house,
then sit down in the middle of them all,
to meet him in the doorway with the news
the woods come back to the mowing field;
to the dark and lament,
to the land vaguely realizing westward,
the farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
some good perhaps to someone in the world,
and make us happy in the darting bird
well i know where to hie me in the dawn,
he'd tear to pieces, even a bed to lie on,
Where No Human Race Is,
between stars - on stars where no human race is,
with which the modern world is being swept,
the work of hunters is another thing,
but the wind out of doors�you know the saying,
and where they sought without the sword
the hard snow held me, save where now and then
and to the forest edge you came one day
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
to see for once the inside of his house,
and still the bird revisited her young,
On The Holy Land,
sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;
the leaves are all dead on the group,
on the sleep of the dead,
with the slow smokeless burning of decay,
for nothing in the measure of a neighbour,
without the gift of sight,
affection or the want of it in that state,
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
the heart he bore to the holy land,
dragging the whole sky with it to the hills,
the barren boughs without the leaves,
the moon, the little silver cloud, and she,
Her In The Sound Was Behind Me
the sound was behind me instead of before,
men of the woods and lumberjacks,
with the breath of many flowers,
and her in the angle of house and barn
to meet him in the doorway with the news
to do with what was in the darkened parlour?
Me,
for what they�d better wait till we have done,
as you came up the hill, we met, but all
but now for me than you the other way,
the universe seems cramped to you and me,
and nothing to look forward to with hope,
toward the throne to witness there
there where he moved the rocks to plow the ground
to meet him in the doorway with the news
and you're two months back in the middle of march,
a star in two or three, the way you split
then sit down in the middle of them all,
forever the noise of these
the dust of snow
Had Brought To Have Been Its Mark,
seems to owe naught to any single cord,
had brought to rest,
they were welcome to their belief,
see nothing worthy to have been its mark,
see nothing worthy to have been its mark,
and bought the telescope with what it came to,
to meet him in the doorway with the news
to rest from his besetting fears,
to seek the happy isles together,
hearts not averse to being beguiled,
With Doors That None But The Other Way
off he goes always when i need him most,
and that was why it whispered and did not speak,
unless len took the notion, which he won't,
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
trying to sell his farm and then not selling,
upon the road, to flames too, though in fear
of ever coming to the place again
you went to meet the shell's embrace of fire
and left defenseless to the heat and light,
with doors that none but the wind ever closes,
going the other way and they not seen it,
warren, i wish you could have heard the way
if you had any feelings, you that dug
didn't feel anything, and if it did,
Neither Refused The Man With His Eyes He
and with his eyes he asked her not to ask,
he said he couldn't make the boy believe
he saw no smoke and he saw no roof,
he took him down below a cramping rafter,
he gave it scarcely a touch,
he was a winter wind,
this was a man, baptiste, who stole one day
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
it blow but that you saw the trees in motion,
but before one is in it, their minds are turned
but the theory now goes
come over the hills and far with me,
and bought the telescope with what it came to,
that the man with the meal-sack didn't catch then,
The Rocks He Mixed That In The Time
the demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
to meet him in the doorway with the news
when a friend calls to me from the road
and it seems like the time when after doubt
the sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
the way he mixed that in with other things,
and plowed between the rocks he couldn't move,
Before The Hand!
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
unsaid between us, brother, and this remained
father and mother married, and mother came,
with those great careless wings,
and alter with age,
before the last went, heavy with dew,
with the least stiffening of her neck and silence,
and the thought of the heart's desire,
with the curves of his axe-helves and his having
or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
to the dark and lament,
forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
upon the road, to flames too, though in fear
before them over their heads to dry in the sun,
The Hand!
thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
the way the nest-full every time we stirred
so late-arising, to the broken moon
to lean against and hear in the dark,
when the wind works against us in the dark,
the barren boughs without the leaves,
enchant the land with amethyst,
the foe thrust back unsafe beyond the rhine,
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!