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Now Close the Windows
close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.
A Patch of Old Snow
a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten--
If I ever read it.
A Time to Talk
a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Fire and Ice
say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Dust of Snow
way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, no--
Unless in bitterness to mock
At having cultivated rock.
The Rose Family
rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.
Fireflies in the Garden
come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.
The heart can
think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean--
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
A Minor Bird
have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
ship of all that under sail or steam
Have gathered people to us more and more
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream
Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.
there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?