These pools that, though in forests, sti… The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, chill… Will like the flowers beside them soon b… And yet not out by any brook or river,
I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the ai… Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel in your hair. I’ve tried it fine with little breadth o… Alone, or in one ornament combining
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple’s a rose, And the pear is, and so’s
Here come real stars to fill the upper s… And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in si… (And they were never really stars at hea… Achieve at times a very star—like start.
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ch… They eddy over it too toppling weak To blow the earth or anything self-clear…
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to ocean— Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
As vain to raise a voice as a sigh In the tumult of free leaves on high. What are you in the shadow of trees Engaged up there with the light and bree… Less than the coral-root you know
As far as I can see this autumn haze That spreading in the evening air both w… Makes the new moon look anything but new… And pours the elm-tree meadow full of bl… Is all the smoke from one poor house alo…
To Ridgely Torrence On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides’ I often see flowers from a passing car That are gone before I can tell what th… I want to get out of the train and go ba…
Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea—fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high
When the spent sun throws up its rays on… And goes down burning into the gulf belo… No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least m… It is the change to darkness in the sky.
The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in… And thought of doing something to the sh… That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the ski…
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.
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the do… When it seemed as if I could bear no mo… The fault must partly have been in me.
Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for… Holding open a restive door, Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me. Vague dream-head lifted out of the groun…
If heaven were to do again, And on the pasture bars, I leaned to line the figures in Between the dotted stars, I should be tempted to forget,
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight Of a certain upper-window light. The light was what it was all about:
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and rom… As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tre… It lifts existence on a plane of snow
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…
I have been one acquainted with the nigh… I have walked out in rain—and back in ra… I have outwalked the furthest city light… I have looked down the saddest city lane… I have passed by the watchman on his bea…
The Voice said, “Hurl her down!” The Voices, “How far down?” “Seven levels of the world.” “How much time have we?” “Take twenty years.
‘Fred, where is north?’ ‘North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.’ ‘West—running Brook then call it.’ (West—Running Brook men call it to this…
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown and dry. They are the sea made land
The great Overdog That heavenly beast With a star in one eye Gives a leap in the east. He dances upright
He is that fallen lance that lies as hur… That lies unlifted now, come dew, come r… But still lies pointed as it ploughed th… If we who sight along it round the world… See nothing worthy to have been its mark…
No ship of all that under sail or steam Have gathered people to us more and more But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a d… Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.
Was there even a cause too lost, Ever a cause that was lost too long, Or that showed with the lapse of time to… For the generous tears of youth and song…
The fisherman’s swapping a yarn for a ya… Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle of house and barn His deep-sea dory has found a harbor. At anchor she rides the sunny sod
More than halfway up the pass Was a spring with a broken drinking glas… And whether the farmer drank or not His mare was sure to observe the spot By cramping the wheel on a water-bar,
Over back where they speak of life as st… ('You couldn’t call it living, for it ai… There was an old, old house renewed with… And in it a piano loudly playing. Out in the plowed ground in the cold a d…
There’s a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: The meadow is finished with men. Then now is the chance for the flowers
Here further up the mountain slope Than there was every any hope, My father built, enclosed a spring, Strung chains of wall round everything, Subdued the growth of earth to grass,
In going from room to room in the dark, I reached out blindly to save my face, But neglected, however lightly, to lace My fingers and close my arms in an arc. A slim door got in past my guard,
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…
When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb and fingers; No lasting effect of it lingers. There was one time and only the one
For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles,… Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behi…
When I was young my teachers were the o… I gave up fire for form till I was cold… I suffered like a metal being cast. I went to school to age to learn the pas… Now when I am old my teachers are the y…
The surest thing there is is we are ride… And though none too successful at it, gu… Through everything presented, land and t… And now the very air, of what we ride. What is this talked-of mystery of birth
You’ll wait a long, long time for anythi… To happen in heaven beyond the floats of… And the Northern Lights that run like t… The sun and moon get crossed, but they n… Nor strike out fire from each other nor…
The bear puts both arms around the tree… And draws it down as if it were a lover And its choke cherries lips to kiss good… Then lets it snap back upright in the sk… Her next step rocks a boulder on the wal…
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering ti… And then another tick. He knew the code… His hate had roused an engine up the roa… He wished when he had had the track alon…
