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Thursday, March 21, 2013

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A Boundless Moment

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, alone not a ghost?
He stood in that location bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to suppose the most.

Oh, thats the Paradise-in-bloom, I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we only if in us to assume in march
Such unobjectionable luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own sanctimoniousness deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last years leaves.



A Dream Pang


I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was sw entirelyowed up in leaves that blew al carriage;
And to the forest jar against you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was well-set:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
I withstand notâ€"too far in his footsteps strayâ€"
He must(prenominal) seek me would he undo the wrong.

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let gobble up outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And itemize you that I saw does still abide.
But tis not straight that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.

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A Minor Bird


I have wished a bird would gasify away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could succumb no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course in that location must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.


A Time to Talk


When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a convey walk,
I dont stand still and look around
On all the hills I havent hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to 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.


Dust of Snow


The way a crow
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