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)
First Plowing in the Hills
When it’s too soon for spring, and even too soon To think of it, you’d think—some afternoon You’re sure to raise your eyes and see them there Cresting the topmost ridge that tries to pare Whole sections from the sky; a man and team Of horses plowing. Cloud and clod would seem To feel the […]