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Poetry Friday (but belated a day)

WINTER

And the robin flew Into the air, the air, The white mist through; And small and rare The night-frost fell Into the calm and misty dell.

And the dusk gathered low, And the silver moon and stars On the frozen snow Drew taper bars, Kindled winking fires In the hooded briers.

And the sprawling [...]

Poetry Friday

IN DREAR NIGHTED DECEMBER

In drear nighted December,     Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember     Their green felicity— The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them Nor frozen thawings glue them     From budding at the prime.

In drear-nighted December,     Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne’er remember     Apollo’s summer look; But [...]

Poetry Friday

ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I [...]

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POEM [Your breath was shed]

Your breath was shed Invisible to make About the soiled undead Night for my sake,

A raining trail Intangible to them With biter’s tooth and tail And cobweb drum,

A dark as deep My love as a round wave To hide the wolves of sleep And mask the grave.

  — [...]

Poetry Friday

A double-dose for my 200th Poetry Friday.

SPELLBOUND

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.

Clouds [...]

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LOW BAROMETER

The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a flail, The chimney shudders to the blast.

On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from [...]

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A FORM OF WOMEN

I have come far enough from where I was not before to have seen the things looking in at me from through the open door

and have walked tonight by myself to see the moonlight and see it as trees

and shapes more fearful because I feared what I did [...]

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NOBODY

Nobody loves me, Nobody cares, Nobody picks me peaches and pears. Nobody offers me candy and Cokes, Nobody listens and laughs at my jokes. Nobody helps when I get in a fight, Nobody does all of my homework at night. Nobody misses me, Nobody cries Nobody thinks I’m a wonderful guy. So if you [...]

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NOW WINTER NIGHTS ENLARGE

Now winter nights enlarge          This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge          Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze          And cups o’erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze          With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights          Shall wait on honey love While youthful [...]

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COLD MORNING

Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o’clock light change from charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things

in the morning that has a thick skin of ice on it as the water tank has, so nothing flows, all is bone, telling its tale of how hard [...]