No, I will go alone.
I will come back when it's over.
Yes, of course I love you.
No, it will not
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with
My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
God had called us, and we came;
Our loved Earth to ashes left;
Heaven was a neighbor's house,
I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May set them
Ho, Giant! This is I!
I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky!
La,—but it's lovely, up so hig
The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,—
Dawn will f
(On reflecting that the world
is ready to go to war again)
Detestable race, continue to expunge
This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are b
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old --
October -- November --
How she disliked
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it wil
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown
I bit my fingers and was hard to please,
Having shook disast
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Why do you follow me?—
Any moment I can be
Nothing but a laurel-tree.
Any moment of the chase
"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,
That you haunt my door?"
—Surely it is not I she's wanting;
Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floa
And you as well must die, belovèd dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
And love me if you like.
I shall not hear the door shut
I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by y
Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,—
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing th
The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarr
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
And drag me at your chariot till I die, --
And do you think that love itself,
Living in such an ugly house,
Can prosper long?
We meet and pa
It's little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it's little I care;
But out of this house,
Just a rainy day or two
In a windy tower,
That was all I had of you—
Saving half an hour.
Give away her gowns,
Give away her shoes;
She has no more use
For her fragrant gowns;
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart
I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
Silver bark of beech, and sallow
Bark of yellow birch and yellow
Twig of willow.
Stripe of gree
When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
And out of all ou
I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the s
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not s
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the m
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would tha
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tal
Once from a big, big building,
When I was small, small,
The queer folk in the windows