Poems about sport
A Thing As You Know It As You
thro' what transporting anguish
you'll know it as you know 'tis noon
to own it touch it
a doubt if it be fair indeed
if town it have beyond itself
and why not this if they?
is there such a thing as "day"?
goes with us just a little way
a robber'd like the look of
too out of sight though
If Just As Breath Is Narrow Loving
for arrogance of them
too wide for any night but heaven
as if for lull of sport
that was in the green
when earth cannot be had
till death is narrow loving
she'd pass for barehead short way off
if just as soon as breath is out
if love be just beyond
how long a day i could endure
If They Refuse How Then Know Why When
how many legions overcome
as dying say it does
possibly if they refuse how then know
i shall know why when time is over
bereft i was of what i knew not
although i heard them try
neither place need i present him
if then he hear
and when i looked again
and he was barefoot, i'm afraid!
half glad when it is night, and sleep,
with transport, that would be a pain
himself has but to will
i could not count their force
To Love, But Since
no numb alarm lest difference come
to know if any human eyes were near
good to know, and not tell,
the ballots of eternity, will show just that,
is all that's left them, now
than the rest have gone,
with transport, that would be a pain
the day must follow too,
grant that we may stand,
when we are going home
that one, to be quite sure
they're here, though; not a creature failed,
nor had i time to love, but since
i may remember him!
that something it did do or dare
To See That You Should See That Will
thro' what transporting anguish
not such a stanza splits the silence
death is but one and comes but once
to see that none is due?
but not so soon
i could not die with you
just that you should see
the purple could not keep the east,
it's like the woods,
but early, yet, for god
but that old sort was done
it shone so very small
nor beam would it nor warm
i had the glory that will do