Lest this be Heaven indeed
Lest this be Heaven indeed
An Obstacle is given
That always gauges a Degree
Between Ourself and Heaven.
Poems on the topic: heaven
Poems on the topic “heaven” on Poets.by.
Is Heaven a Physician?
Is Heaven a Physician?
They say that He can heal --
But Medicine Posthumous
Is unavailable --
Is Heaven an Exchequer?
They speak of what we owe --
But that negotiation
I'm not a Party to --
"Arcturus" is his other name
"Arcturus" is his other name --
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!
I slew a worm the other day --
A "Savant" passing by
Murmured "Resurgam" -- "Centipede"!
"Oh Lord -- how frail are we"!
I pull a flower from the woods --
A monster with a glass
Computes the stamens in a breath --
And has her in a "class"!
Whereas I took the Butterfly
Aforetime in my hat --
He sits erect in "Cabinets" --
The Clover bells forgot.
Sonnet 23 - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine—
But . . . so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love! look on me—breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee!
Nativity
bright night
a rose of blood flying
in the heavens
Wolf from the door
We pay the wolf
with a fine house
in heaven.
Save me from nature—
not a sister
but a servant.
All night it drums
in our ears.
Retiring
I am too afraid
of any vice
too late to give her
that old gone heaven
I dine on a breast of mutton
all alone in the dark
Purge (2)
they renounce the brother nobody knows
lock the doors to heaven
I believe in the crowd
but the crowd remains unsatisfied
with our imperfect desires
I walk on my bread and cheese
a careful fly
when i die
will there be a heaven or hell?
will my sight fade, my hearing stop
will I leave this Earth for good?
notice how all of these are questions,
and none of them are answers
but I suppose I will find out soon
everything I have ever known
will be gone
I will never see a sunset
never run in the dark with friends
or will i?
how does this all work?
how could I be nothing?
how could everything keep going?
all my life I have only seen the world through my own eyes
it feels like my own personal place
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How to understand things you have names for?
Shot at on the beaches of Rhode Island.
Sounds upstairs, Ron's radio, door half open,
the woman in a window walking back and forth,
noise of the fireplace. Flies in the center of the
room, bare trees, houses on which earlier a man
in yellow slicker fixed an antenna, strong wind
and waves, a single pole in the bay.
Traces of heaven, lines of the earth.
On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations
You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other, nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves,
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
Child, Child
Child, child, love while you can
The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man;
Never fear though it break your heart--
Out of the wound new joy will start;
Only love proudly and gladly and well,
Though love be heaven or love be hell.
Child, child, love while you may,
For life is short as a happy day;
Never fear the thing you feel--
Only by love is life made real;
Love, for the deadly sins are seven,
Only through love will you enter heaven.
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