Song for April
If hearts could break in April, I think that mine would now; But no hearts break in April, When bloom is on the bough. The whole world laughs in April, And any heats that break, May only break for loveliness’ And apple blossoms’ sake. No hearts break for sorrow When April’s on the hill. Oh, […]
Memorandum to Youth
It is not in gay banners That flaunt a crimson sky, Nor in a drum’s quick throbbing Not bugle’s keen swift cry; Nor in the pride of marching men That war’s essentials lie; But in the red fields where horror screams And youth lies rotting with its dreams. –written in November 1939, published first in […]
Possession
I always owned the sky; the sky was mine From the moment I first looked up at it, and felt All the enormous tender brilliance shine Into my wondering heart, where is has dwelt Unceasingly. I own uncounted millions Of starts, though using only two or three, And as for clouds, of course, I’ve many […]