Poem On His Birthday
In the mustardseed sun,
By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks And palavers of
This sandgrain day in the bent bay's grave He celebrates and
In the mustardseed sun,
By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks And palavers of
This sandgrain day in the bent bay's grave He celebrates and
When Gilbert’s birthday came last spring,
Oh
How our brains were
To try to find a single
Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine
I took the train
For ever wave, for ever float and
Before my yearning eyes, oh
dream of
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,
Clad in all their brightest green,
This day verdant fields are seen;
The tuneful birds begin their lay,
To celebrate thy natal day
This day, whate'er the Fates decree, Shall still be kept with joy by me: This day then let us not be told, That you are sick, and I grown old; Nor think on our approaching ills, And talk of spectacles and pills
To-morrow will be time enough T...
Stella this day is thirty-four,(We shan't dispute a year or
However,
Stella, be not troubled,
Although thy size and years are doubled,
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
From a strong labor cry
And with meshed muscle mother try
But she was at verge of death yet she smile.
My tender softy cry, she was better
It's your birthday today
And may it be full of happiness and delight
Kissing the love of your life and
With each moment that