What things for dream there are when spe… Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled… I enter alone upon the stubbled filed, From which the laborers’ voices late hav… And in the antiphony of afterglow

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my… Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I’m not the one for putting off the proo… Let it be overwhelming, off a roof And round a corner, blizzard snow for du…

The rain to the wind said, ‘You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged– though not dead.

The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s… Before it stained a single human breast. The stricken flower bent double and so h… And still the bird revisited her young.

The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown And fit the earth like a leather glove. Before the leaves can mount again

Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about— Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless win…

Never have I been glad or sad That there was such a thing as bad. There had to be, I understood, For there to have been any good. It was by having been contrasted

Blood has been harder to dam back than w… Just when we think we have it impounded… Behind new barrier walls (and let it cha… It breaks away in some new kind of slaug… We choose to say it is let loose by the…

The line—storm clouds fly tattered and s… The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof—prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the be…

NOW that they’ve got it settled whose… I’m going to tell them something they wo… They’ve got it settled wrong, and I can… Flattered I must be to have two towns f… To make a present of me to each other.

The bearer of evil tidings, When he was halfway there, Remembered that evil tidings Were a dangerous thing to bear. So when he came to the parting

The clouds, the source of rain, one stor… Offered an opening to the source of dew; Which I accepted with impatient sight, Looking for my old skymarks in the blue. But stars were scarce in that part of th…