Poems about science
Nor Near Enough To Him Sums Misery
to him sums misery
give himmaleh
nor near enough to find
as my thought today
yet there is a science more
Alas, That I Fear A Silent Man
i fear a silent man
she stopped a traveller's privilege for rest
yet there is a science more
but just a daisy deep
alas, that wisdom is so large
we two looked so alike
those looked that lived that day -
the face i carry with me last
the first day that i was a life
Half Closes The Graves Of The Hard Work,
no, not as there is a time to talk,
like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences,
to earn a living on the concord railroad,
they cast on the ground
the graves of men on an opposing hill,
the spoils of the dead,
the understanding of a friend,
the fruited bough of the juniper
half closes the garden path,
she loves the bare, the withered tree;
for the hard work, he chafed its long white body
Like A Beast's Stall, To That Height?
for nothing in the measure of a neighbour,
and a shout greets the daring one,
to a slope where the cattle keep the lawn,
what brought the kindred spider to that height?
to step outdoors and take the water dazzle
but turns to pink between the teeth,
and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
through some delay, and call you to your face
like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences,
There Was Never A Sound Beside The Breast,
and all for nothing it had ever done
the way he mixed that in with other things,
high in the breast, nothing but what good care
unsaid between us, brother, and this remained
but oh, the agitated heart
there was never a sound beside the wood but one,
one is alone, and he dies more alone,
there was never a sound beside the wood but one,
a quiet light, and then not even that,
like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences,
Nothing To Leave It To, Whether The
and cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
my breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,
when leaning with my head again a flower
and my head sways to my shoulder
dimly to have made out my secret place,
to leave it to, whether the right to hold
to take him in, and might be willing to
next to nothing for weight,
slave to a springtime passion for the earth,
to satisfy a lifelong curiosity
like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences,
and nothing to look backward to with pride,
ever to grind to soil for grass,
with shouts afar to pull the cable taught,