it was not love but it was love'ishshe was not mine but she was mine'ishit did not hurt it only hurt'ishwhen we left therebut she is not gone only gone'ish
Tendrils creeping into meDarkness where there once was lightInnocent I could not stayIt was destinedFractures of a lonely heartCrevices the darkest partRoots of a tree split them deepBlack seeds then sownLight hides the shadowy vinesThey lie where you cannot seeThe flame sustaining you drownHopeful but goneRunning through dark tunnel waysDoors pass opportunities.To feel happy reveals painThe fire flickers
The scorching heat.The chafing winds.The grinding sands.The rushing of a river.A single drop, the water of worlds.A gentle mist of wind.A softness of skin.A burning of strain.Pool the blood, the source of life.Carving of flesh.Breaking of bone.Living of death.To suffer and to solace, both to live and to die.
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,And grasshoppers in merry moods still wearThe short night weary with their fretting song.Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bankThe yellowhammer flutters in short fearsFrom off its nest hid in the grasses rank,And drops again when no more noise it hears.Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
The Winters are so short --I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away --And moving into Pod --Myself -- for scarcely settled --The Phoebes have begun --And then -- it's time to strike my Tent --And open House -- again --It's mostly, interruptions --My Summer -- is despoiled --Because there was a Winter -- once --And al the Cattle -- starved --And so there was a Deluge --And swept the World away --But Ararat's a Legend -- now --And no one credits Noah --