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Your face from my face slips, Lover of my lips. Holder of my heart, For all our close companionships, We are apart.
Now I am slow and placid, fond of… Like a sleek beast, or a worn one, No slim and languid girl – not gla… With the windy trip I once had, But velvet-footed, musing of my ow…
Swing, swing, and swoon, Morning, evening, noon, And with night, sleep. If you must, weep– But here, here with me.
Gnats and an ant have gnawed your… You who could spring and sprawl on… Down half the meadow. Under tiny… The ant has stored your essence.… You stitched the air with level da…
I have moved west, I travel with… You cannot hold, you cannot hinder… There are no ends for what I have… There are no resting places where… Until I am surrendered to the sea…
Only to tell your loveliness–this… Only to tell Pain’s odor, beauty-burning miracl… Of my surrender! Late I flew...
Over you, over you, over, I hang like a wave, like a lover, Like a scimitar edged with hate; Too heavy with grief to be straigh… And far,
I will defy you down until my deat… With cold body, indrawn breath; Terrible and cruel I will move wi… Like a surly tiger. If you knew Why I am shaken, if fond you coul…
All essences of sweetness from the… Warm day go up in vapor, when the… Comes down. Ascends the tune of m… Ascends the noon-time smell of gra… Takes sunlight from the world, and…
Boys and girls, come out to play: The sun is up, the wind’s astray, Early morning’s gold is gone– (They slumber on, they slumber on.… I have never done with you
The stone falls, the bird flies, t… But we have no motion, we scatter… O, give me a song to sing for your… A song that will lift, like a wave… You and myself, that will fling li…
If you will poise your forefoot in… I will not loose a ripple, Beauti… Crackle the fern-stems, arch aloft… See! there’s no fright for you, an… A leaf shall not lift, nor a shade…
This is our time. We women and men Here once and only once Celebrate our time In song.
The tree we lay under The thunder, the thunder Of my heart, and your wonder… And our weeping... Now we are old, we are worn, we ar…
In that day Everyone will sing, Everyone will play in that day; There will be carolling. You will make poems for your neigh…