Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
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But the gray moth circled the flameUntil the break of day.And then, with wings like a dead desire,She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.
When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow the crisp brown leaves a-crackling down,
When old Jack Frost is sparkling on the ground,It’s Thanksgiving Time!When the pantry jars are full of mince-meat and the shelves are laden with sweet spices for a cake,When the butcher man sends up a turkey nice and fat to bake,When the stores are crammed with everything ingenious cooks can make,It’s Thanksgiving Time!When the gales…
When you turn the corner
Then you know that you have turnedAll the corners that are left
I play it cool
That’s the reasonI stay aliveMy mottoAs I live and learnIs dig and be dug in return
I live on a park bench.
Hell of a distanceBetween us two.I beg a dime for dinner-You got a butler and maid.But I’m wakin’ up!Say, ain’t you afraidThat I might, just maybe,In a year or two,Move on overTo Park Avenue?
That Justice is a blind goddess
Her bandage hides two festering soresThat once perhaps were eyes.