A Late Walk

Robert Frost, Dartmouth 1896.

Robert Frost, Dartmouth 1896. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you. 

Robert Frost

 

A Crazed Girl

William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1939), Irish poet...

William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1939), Irish poet and dramatist (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Crazed Girl

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, ‘O sea-starved, hungry sea.’ 

William Butler Yeats

 

I like my body when it is with your

I like my body when it is with your

I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. i like what it does,
I like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smoothness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly I like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Edward Estlin Cummings

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

I have fallen from sky, 
Fallen to the ground, 
I am the angel of sadness, 
Angel of lost hopes, 
Angel of lost dreams, 
I am the fallen angel, 
Fear me not, 
I am here for reason, 
That reason is to have a second chance in life, 
That life I was given for a reason, 
They took my wings, 
They took me apart made me human, 
I was the fallen angel, 
But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given, 
This angel won’t make the same mistakes she made before, 
This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her, 
This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven. 

Jennifer Rondeau

Absence

Absence

I speak to you over cities

I speak to you over plains

My mouth is against your ear

The two sides of the walls face

my voice which acknowledges you.

I speak to you of eternity.

O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.

Paul Eluard

MIRAGE by Christina Rossetti

English: Christina Rossetti, portrait by her b...

English: Christina Rossetti, portrait by her brother (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

MIRAGE

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

HE hope I dreamed of was a dream,

Was but a dream; and now I wake

Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,

For a dream’s sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,

A weeping willow in a lake;

I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt

For a dream’s sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;

My silent heart, lie still and break:

Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed

For a dream’s sake.