Forefended
There is no certain shelter Against uncertainty That can withstand disaster Impregnably; Except that spirits armored With fortitude have won Security from knowing There is none. –From Because It’s Here (written in 1949?)
Answer
Full half a hundred times I’ve sobbed I can’t go on, I can’t go on. And yet, full half a hundred times I’ve hushed my sobs and gone. My answer, it you ask me how, May seem presumptuously odd, But I think that what kept going on When I could not, was God. –From Halfway […]
Autumn of No Return
I remember a day High-colored and warm, An innocent day That did me no harm, With a bicker of bluejays Quick in the elms, With harvest fragrance From apple realms And grape dominions Tich on its breath; And nothing to mark it The day before death. –From Petals of Light (written in 1949)