Poems about stretch
From Him And Holy Ghost And Holy Ghost
from him and holy ghost and all
then turning from them reverent
how he stretched his anguish to us
who something lost, the seeking for
Why, I Can Spare This Summer, Unreluctantly,
and a silence the teller's eye
grant me that day the royalty
instead of one
life just or death
and walking long before the morn
to look upon her like alive
could stretch to look at me
just looking round to see how far
i can spare this summer, unreluctantly,
and men too straight to stoop again ,
could give them any pause;
to gain it, men have borne
why, i have lost, the people know
came out to look at me,
Only A Bee Will Miss It Home
how he stretched his anguish to us
her needle would not go
as some she never knew
as even while i looked dissolved
that time to take it home
when going to the barn
only a bee will miss it
happy it be for you a beggar's
when choice of life is past
that is the break of day!
parting is all we know of heaven,
the wind didn't come from the orchard today
the quiet ages picked it up
He Discovers That The Sureness Of Hair,
to make no more of a wall than an open gate,
what will next prove a rose,
and leave it there far from a useful fireplace
sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it,
who makes the solid tree trunks sound again,
a cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
on every tree a bucket with a lid,
leaving on one wire tooth a lock of hair,
but stretched away unto the edge of doom,
the obscuration upon earth,
the breeze three odors brought,
there in the hush of the wood that reposes,
he discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking
perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,
and signifies the sureness of the soul,
Men Of Surprise
where the field stretches toward the north
and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis
then sit down in the middle of them all,
men of the woods and lumberjacks,
upon the education of those who held them,
some guttural exclamation of surprise
from having heard the daylong voice of eve
To Each The Water For Which We May
anything special you're a-mind to name,
baptiste knew how to make a short job long
scorning greatly not to demand
to yield with a grace to reason,
to seek the happy isles together,
to each the boulders that have fallen to each,
mixed ready to begin the morning right,
the water for which we may have to look
some good perhaps to someone in the world,
to white rest, and a place of rest
to stretch a proffering hand and a spell-breaking,
each laid on other a staying hand
on the last swallow's sweep; and on the rasp
He's Come To Help You Ditch The
to express how much it didn't want to die,
he's come to help you ditch the meadow,
to leap the dusty deadline, for my own
and making the best of their way back to life
to white rest, and a place of rest
to stretch a proffering hand and a spell-breaking,
slave to a springtime passion for the earth,
the heart he bore to the holy land,
he's come to help you ditch the meadow,
Will Rot The Best Birch Fence A Spell-breaking,
beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared,
to stretch a proffering hand and a spell-breaking,
will rot the best birch fence a man can build,'
the footpath down to the well is healed,
slave to a springtime passion for the earth,
with the same pains you use to fill a cup
to each the boulders that have fallen to each,