Poems about thirst
That Some There's A Door
who own esteem the opulence
presence is his furthest license
but prayer remained our side
so strong to know
to rest to rest would be
we must an anguish pay
i could not bear the bees should come,
the grass so little has to do
that i could fear a door
then there's a pair of us don't tell!
that some there be too numb to notice
some other thirsty there may be
not all the snows could make it white
and that is his business not ours
If I May Have It, When It Red
with thee in the thirst
our souls saw just as well
i'd so much joy i told it red
if i shouldn't be alive
if i may have it, when it's dead,
to take it,
if you should get there first
or whether it be none
if any ask me how
so i can see which way to go
that some there be too numb to notice
that something it did do or dare
and could not know the feeling 'twas
With Thee In New Infection
with thee in the thirst
we cover thee sweet face
it's such a common glory
saying itself in new infection
because he knows it cannot speak
maybe, we shouldn't mind them
Not Alive Become
to die of thirst suspecting
who dies and to his friend
he who in himself believes
who till they died, did not alive become
he'll sigh "the other she is where?
"
that person that i was
this also i have learnt
failed like themselves and conscious that it rose
when they together victory make
how sick to wait in any place but thine
and tell you all your dreams were true
this, and my heart, and all the fields
and yet, one summer, we were queens
not yet suspected but for flash
just as sure