Poems about rank
That They Will Cheat The Blood
lest anybody spy the blood
that they will cheat the sight
that as myself could pity him
as we who never can
yet not too far to come at call
these never stir at all
and after that there's heaven
morning means just risk to the lover
the opinion will serve for them
to take my rank by in the west
and yet by trades the size of these
Until The West
patience of itself
where this attendeth me
did place upon the west tonight
condemned but just to see
to take my rank by in the west
until the north invoke it
a being impotent to end
This Might Have Perished Every Step
joy to have perished every step
insert the thing that caused it
this might have been the hand
i could not bear the bees should come,
and will endure as long as he
and they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;
parched the flowers they bear along,
on the look of death,
wait till the majesty of death
till ranks of seeds their witness bear
even through them this
The Name I Pushed With Sudden
a prank nobody knew but them
the distance would not haunt me so
what if they hear me!
when i have lost, you'll know by this
though she forget the name i bear
i supposed when sudden
and he i pushed with sudden force
and not begin again
and finished knowing then
My Second Rank Too Small The Steps Until
then turning from them reverent
patient upon the steps until then
my second rank too small the first
till it be night no more
hope it was that kept me warm
but we stood whispering in the house
I Was Just As The Resin And I
then paused again and either drank or smelt
to loose the resin and take it down
he meant to clear the upper pasture, too,
so late-arising, to the broken moon
i was just as the light was beginning to fail
and i must be, as he had been, alone,
and he likes having thought of it so well
only to lose it when he pirouettes,