Untitled Poem # 722
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a glittering comb,
As she toils a song’s befalling.
& Somewhere away from here
And I was a bum on the bumpers a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
It has been so wet stones glaze in moss;
everything blooms coldly.
How do we come to be here next to each other
in the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Our nerves were frayed like ravelled sleeves,
We cherished each our minor griefs
To keep them warm until the night,
When it was time again to fight;
But we were young, did not need much
To make us laugh instead, and touch,
And could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.
Oh, find it, Sir, for me!
My bonnet but to tie,
And close the door unto my house
No more to do have I?
We loved right down to the bone.
Varnished bats, blinded rabbits, cows
with windows in their flanks but obviously
Upon your throat
And when you come upon me I won’t look back at you
You will feel a hand upon your throat
And when she does I will be wandering moon, beyond the wandering moon, beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given;
I hold his swift foot back?
And likes to rent her movies, for a treat.
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers tales of Mary.
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
A barbell or a bowling ball,
And from the window by the bed,
Echoing inside my head,
Alley cats expended breath
In arias of love and death.
In the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.