Poems about spend
I Saw No Way The Fall,
more imminent than pain
seeking more to spend
will suit me just as well
if you were coming in the fall,
that i may take that promise
oh if there may departing be
without a bolt that i could prove
i saw no way the heavens were stitched
then summer then the heaven of god
how they will tell the story
To Read, It Was,
"can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?"
he is scornful of folk his scorn cannot reach,
he must have given the hand, however it was,
spending what onward impulse they still had
i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold
to hold it hard until they make it fast,
Few Farms Changed Hands; So Rather Than Spend
few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years
and comes that other fall we name the fall,
and the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
and came upstairs alone and gave that laugh,
the woods are lovely, dark and deep,
and hush and cluck and flutter about,
for though the grass was scattered,
the graveyard draws the living still,
the difficulty of seeing what stood still,
with the royal heart of robert the bruce
that struck the earth,
through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
but in a moment not, a little spurt
They Still Had
spending what onward impulse they still had
they knew they had but to stay their stay
but swinging doesn't bend them down to stay,
before he arrives to say it out,
where the bird was before it flew,
before god's last put out the light was spoken,
you had begun, and gave them back their shade,
they take advantage of him shamefully,