There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten —
If I ever read it.
There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten —
If I ever read it.
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note;But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.Nor are mine cars with thy tongue’s tune delighted,Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invitedTo any…
With a star in one eyeGives a leap in the east.He dances uprightAll the way to the westAnd never once dropsOn his forefeet to rest.I’m a poor underdog,But to-night I will barkWith the great OverdogThat romps through the dark.
A dented spider like a snow drop whiteOn a white Heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of lifeless satin cloth –Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight? –Portent in little, assorted death and blightLike the ingredients of a witches’ broth? –The beady spider, the flower like a froth,And the moth carried like…
A stranger came to the door at eve,And he spoke the bridegroom fair.He bore a green-white stick in his hand,And, for all burden, care.He asked with the eyes more than the lipsFor a shelter for the night,And he turned and looked at the road afarWithout a window light. The bridegroom came forth into the porchWith,…
An ant on the tableclothRan into a dormant mothOf many times his size.He showed not the least surprise.His business wasn’t with such.He gave it scarcely a touch,And was off on his duty run.Yet if he encountered oneOf the hive’s enquiry squadWhose work is to find out GodAnd the nature of time and space,He would put…