Poems about stitch
May Pause, And Disappear
i'm not ashamed of that
my best was gone to sleep
so sick to guess
perhaps i couldn't
not to cry tim and i
i saw no way the heavens were stitched
may be easier reached this way
and as escapeless quite
come, and disappear
the maimed may pause, and breathe,
so long i fainted, to myself
i had rather dwell like her
i just wear my wings
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
I Wondered Which Would Not Haunt Me Down
my sovereign will relent?
the emperor will say?
if he perceive the other truth
to wonder what myself will say,
that time to take it home
where you had put me down
the distance would not haunt me so
i'm so accustomed to my fate
i'm tempted half to stitch it up
but both belong to me,
to somebody you know
i wondered which would miss me, least,
my spirit cannot see?
and he would come again