But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,
I have so much to say.
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When my eyes are weeds,
Down the wind that has beginningWhere the crumpled beeches startIn a fringe of salty reeds;When my arms are elder-bushes,And the rangy lilac pushesUpward, upward through my heart;Summer, do your worst!Light your tinsel moon, and call onYour performing stars to fall onHeadlong through your paper sky;Nevermore shall I be cursedBy a flushed and amorous slattern,With her…
Tonight my love is sleeping cold
The daisies quicken in the mold,And richer fares the meadow grass.The warding cypress pleads the skies,The mound goes level in the rain.My love all cold and silent lies-Pray God it will not rise again!
I never may turn the loop of a road
But my heart drags down with an ancient load-My heart, that a second before was flying.I never behold the quivering rain-And sweeter the rain than a lover to me-But my heart is wild in my breast with pain;My heart, that was tapping contentedly.There’s never a rose spreads new at my doorNor a strange bird crosses…
Why is it, when I am in Rome,
But when on native earth I be,My soul is sick for Italy?And why with you, my love, my lord,Am I spectacularly bored,Yet do you up and leave me- thenI scream to have you back again?
Joy stayed with me a night —
And in the morning lightHe left me there.Then Sorrow came to stay,And lay upon my breastHe walked with me in the day.And knew me best.I’ll never be a bride,Nor yet celibate,So I’m living now with Pride —A cold bedmate.He must not hear nor see,Nor could he forgiveThat Sorrow still visits meEach day I live.
He’d have given me rolling lands,
Pearls, to trickle between my hands,Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms.You- you’d only a lilting song,Only a melody, happy and high,You were sudden and swift and strong-Never a thought for another had I.He’d have given me laces rare,Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen,Shining ribbons to wrap my hair,Horses to draw me, as fine as a…