Poems about search
That It Return
afraid to trust the morn
if he fear to swerve
his fingers, if he pass,
he touched me, so i live to know
how well i knew the light before
but searching i could see
as much of noon as i could take
that person that i was
without design that i could trace
i have heard but one
i only know no curricle that rumble there
there'll be that dark parade
may be easier reached this way
too plummetless that it return
Stab The High Do Seek The Bird That
the cautious grave exposes,
the high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,
as all the heavens were a bell,
a lady white, within the field
he holds superior in the sky
stab the bird that built in your bosom
the earth lays back these tired lives
heaven is shy of earth that's all
exactly as the world
a bird if they prefer
the world stands solemner to me
gave even as to all
in search of something as it seemed
because there was a winter once
That Answer To Justify
afraid to trust the morn
my face to justify
that answer to our feet
in search of something as it seemed
itself be given you"
that there be standing here
to look upon her like alive
all this and more i cannot tell
to see that i made no mistake
i do not need a light
all this and more i cannot tell
to know if any human eyes were near
But For Yourself
never mind silent fields
that every time i wake
but searching i could see
to see this curious friend
just see if i troubled them
that felt so ample yesterday
not yet suspected but for flash
i had not had but for yourself
i'll say remember king
i am alive because