Poems about parcel
That The While To Poise
for frequent, all my sense obscured
so seemed to choose my door
it takes me all the while to poise
when it has just contained a life
is made a secret to unfold
it's somewhat in the cold
but that the little figure
that such was not the posture
the summit is not given
in the parcel be the merchant
just two the bearer
but that will hold
a fear will urge it where
they can afford a sun
it should not be among
I Shall Set Forth For Every Parcel I
i shall set forth for somewhere,
for every parcel i stoop down to seize
well i know where to hie me in the dawn,
to leap the dusty deadline, for my own
and that was my long scythe whispering to the ground,
but he turned first, and led my eye to look
and her face changed from terrified to dull,
what had that flower to do with being white,