Off in the crouching mountains
Coyotes bark.
The stars are heavy in heaven,
Too great for the sky to hold —
What if they fell and shattered
The earth with gold?
No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,
I stand at the darkened window
And cry like a child.
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When the horns wear thin
Falls from the night,The tattered and shivering night,That thinks she is gay;When the patient silence comes back,And retires,And returns,Rebuffed by a ribald song,Wounded by vehement cries,Fleeing again to the stars–Ashamed of her sister the night;Oh, then they steal home,The blinded, the pitiful onesWith their gew-gaws still in their hands,Reeling with odorous breathAnd thick, coarse words…
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
But I have had from a childThe deep solace of song;If that should ever leave me,Let me find death and stayWith things whose tunes are played out and forgottenLike the rain of yesterday.
As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
Scattering jewels on the fenceAnd the pasture bars;As dawn leaves the dry grass brightAnd the tangled weedsBearing a rainbow gemOn each of their seeds;So has your love, my lover,Fresh as the dawn,Made me a shining roadTo travel on,Set every common sightOf tree or stoneDelicately alightFor me alone.
To-night I close my eyes and see
The years before I saw your faceGo by me with a wistful grace;They pass, the sensitive shy years,As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.The years went by and never knewThat each one brought me nearer you;Their path was narrow and apartAnd yet it led me to your heart–Oh sensitive shy years, oh…
What do I owe to you
You never gave my spirit wingsOr gave my heart a song.But oh, to him I lovedWho loved me not at all,I owe the little open gateThat led thru heaven’s wall.
He said:
When the pavements were gleaming with rain,I walked thru a dingy streetHurried, harassed,Thinking of all my problems that never are solved.Suddenly out of the mist, a flaring gas-jetShone from a huddled shop.I saw thru the bleary windowA mass of playthings:False-faces hung on strings,Valentines, paper and tinsel,Tops of scarlet and green,Candy, marbles, jacks–A confusion of colorPathetically…