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Double take
O my fat snow,
turn my great neglect to joy.
I have seen that I did not see
the home I made and the home I sat in,
a pair of gloves and a pair of stockings,
an art, her gift…
Gedichte zum Thema: gift
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"The Fall"
Words emanate from my mouth,
The origin being my heart,
Leaving myself open to pain,
As I become vulnerable,
My feelings strengthen,
Which my words and actions showcase,
As I begin to fall,
In your direction,
For every moment that we share,
I fall a bit further,
Praying that you catch me,
That you accept my love,
Gifts I give,
Poems I write,
Expressing my innermost thoughts and feelings,
The ground closing in,
Barter
Hey, can you see these?
These beautiful geese?
I kept them in the light
For them to show their might
I let them fly around
And let them sleep in the mound
They gave me a beautiful gift
And that is their gift
Can you see the gift?
The gift in their beauty
As well as their might
But I lost one thing; do you know what it is?
Ninety-One
I caught crickets
at their singing —
then flung them
out far, to hear fish
rising to my gift.
Gifts
I GAVE my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Thru all the years.
My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.
The Doll
Here is the little doll I brought you —
It shows the kind of simp I thought you !
A Gift
I WOKE:—
Night, lingering, poured upon the world
Of drowsy hill and wood and lake
Her moon-song.
And the breeze accompanied with hushed fingers
On the birches.
Gently the dawn held out to me
A golden handful of bird's-notes.
The Wife's Song, II
Two gifts I gave you, Love and Sorrow,
Of which the last is best,
But O, my Dear! 'Twas bitter giving,
Come here to me and rest.
What victory shall your world deny you,
Now you have wept?
All peace of love I will restore you
When you have slept.
Obligation
Hold your apron wide
That I may pour my gifts into it,
So that scarcely shall your two arms hinder them
From falling to the ground.
I would pour them upon you
And cover you,
For greatly do I feel this need
Of giving you something,
Even these poor things.
Dearest of my Heart!