She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes rele… So that in guys it gently sways at ease, And its supporting central cedar pole,
A head thrusts in as for the view, But where it is it thrusts in from Or what it is it thrusts into By that Cyb’laean avenue, And what can of its coming come,
Oh, stormy stormy world, The days you were not swirled Around with mist and cloud, Or wrapped as in a shroud, And the sun’s brilliant ball
As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music—hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird
To Time it never seems that he is brave To set himself against the peaks of snow To lay them level with the running wave, Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low, But only grave, contemplative and grave.
Age saw two quiet children Go loving by at twilight, He knew not whether homeward, Or outward from the village, Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,
That far-off day the leaves in flight Were letting in the colder light. A season-ending wind there blew That as it did the forest strew I leaned on with a singing trust
He thought he kept the universe alone; For all the voice in answer he could wak… Was but the mocking echo of his own From some tree-hidden cliff across the l… Some morning from the boulder-broken bea…
He would declare and could himself belie… That the birds there in all the garden r… From having heard the daylong voice of… Had added to their own an oversound, Her tone of meaning but without the word…
She drew back; he was calm: “It is this that had the power.” And he lashed his open palm With the tender-headed flower. He smiled for her to smile,
It is getting dark and time he drew to a… But the blizzard blinds him to any house… The storm gets down his neck in an icy s… That sucks his breath like a wicked cat… The snow blows on him and off him, exert…
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look For a poem there used to be on Spring. I tried to tell her “There’s no such th… For whom would a poem on Spring be by?
I felt the chill of the meadow underfoot… But the sun overhead; And snatches of verse and song of scenes… I sung or said. I skirted the margin alders for miles an…
A stolen lady was coming on board, But whether stolen from her wedded lord Or from her own self against her will Was not set forth in the lading bill. A stolen lady was all it said.
The land was ours before we were the lan… She was our land more than a hundred yea… Before we were her people. She was ours In Massachusetts, in Virginia, But we were England’s, still colonials,
The Infinite’s being so wide Is the reason the Powers provide For inner defense my hide. For next defense outside. I make myself this time
We asked for rain. It didn’t flash and… It didn’t lose its temper at our demand And blow a gale. It didn’t misunderstan… And give us more than our spokesman barg… And just because we owned to a wish for…
As gay for you to take your father’s axe As take his gun—rod—to go hunting—fishin… You nick my spruce until its fiber crack… It gives up standing straight and goes d… You link an arm in its arm and you lean
If this uncertain age in which we dwell Were really as dark as I hear sages tel… And I convinced that they were really s… I should not curse myself with it to hel… But leaving not the chair I long have s…
It took that pause to make him realize The mountain he was climbing had the sla… As of a book held up before his eyes (And was a text albeit done in plant). Dwarf cornel, gold-thread, and maianthem…
Here’s first a gloveless hand warm from… A perch and resting place ’twixt wood an… Bright-black-eyed silvery creature, brus… The wings not folded in repose, but spre… (Who would you be, I wonder, by those m…
(Microscopic) A speck that would have been beneath my… On any but a paper sheet so white Set off across what I had written there… And I had idly poised my pen in air
As I have known them passionate and fin… The gold for which they leave the golden… Of lyric is a golden light divine, Never the gold of darkness from a mine. The spirit plays us strange religious pr…
We saw leaves go to glory, Then almost migratory Go part way down the lane, And then to end the story Get beaten down and pasted
Careless and still The hunter lurks With gun depressed, Facing alone The alder swamps
Did you stay up last night (the Magi di… To see the star shower known as Leonid That once a year by hand or apparatus Is so mysteriously pelted at us? It is but fiery puffs of dust and pebble…
To start the world of old We had one age of gold Not labored out of mines, And some say there are signs The second such has come,
The sentencing goes blithely on its way And takes the playfully objected rhyme As surely as it takes the stroke and tim… In having its undeviable say.
First under up and then again down under… We watch a circus of revolving dogs No senator dares in to kick asunder Lest both should bite him in the toga-to…
A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.
I love to toy with the Platonic notion That wisdom need not be of Athens Attic… But well may be Laconic, even Boeotian. At least I will not have it systematic.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and k…
It is as true as Caesar’s name was Kais… That no economist was ever wiser (Though prodigal himself and a despiser Of capital and calling thrift a miser). And when we get too far apart in wealth,
I advocate a semi-revolution. The trouble with a total revolution (Ask any reputable Rosicrucian) Is that it brings the same class up on t… Executives of skillful execution
The danger not an inch outside Behind the porthole’s slab of glass And double ring of fitted brass I trust feels properly defied.
But Islands of the Blessèd, bless you s… I never came upon a blessèd one.
No, I had set no prohibiting sign, And yes, my land was hardly fenced. Nevertheless the land was mine: I was being trespassed on and against. Whoever the surly freedom took
Four or five whippoorwills Have come down from their native ledge To the open country edge To give us a piece of their bills. Two in June were a pair—
I farm a pasture where the boulders lie As touching as a basket full of eggs, And though they’re nothing anybody begs, I wonder if it wouldn’t signify For me to send you one out where you liv…
Around bend after bend, It was blown woods and no end. I came to but one house I made but the one friend. At the one house a child was out
Between two burrs on the map Was a hollow-headed snake. The burrs were hills, the snake was a st… And the hollow head was a lake. And the dot in front of a name
My unexpected knocking at the door Started chairs thundering on the kitchen… Knives and forks ringing on the supper p… Voices conflicting like the candidates. A mighty farmer flung the house door wid…
