Flower in the Crannied Wall
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all,
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all,
Sweet, bide with me and let my love Be an enduring tether;
Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, But let us dwell together
You've come each morn to sip the sweets With which you found me dripping,
Yet never knew it was not dew But tears...
NG I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother
You would call, "Baby, where are you
" an...
My father is a quiet
With sober, steady ways;
For simile, a folded fan;
His nights are like his days
The stone
The stone in the air, which I followed
Your eye, as blind as the stone
We werehands,we baled the darkness empty, we foundthe word that ascended summer:flower
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf
Just like a fra...
AT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born
With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land: Oh tell us what its name may be,— Is this the Flower of Liberty
It is the banner of the free,...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middlefingerright handreal shortand I began rubbing along her cuntas she sat upright in bedspreading lotion over her armsfaceand breastsafter she lit a cigarette:"don't let this put you off,"and smoked ...
ST Heaven be thronged with grey-beards hoary, God, who made boys for His delight,
Stoops in a day of grief and glory And calls them in, in from the night
When they come trooping from the
Our skies have many a new gold star
I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet
I am the daughter of the elements With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth;
A
ER was growing alone,
Then alone and for ever alone:
Some one came by,
Rich the first flower's graces be,
But dearer far the last to me;
My spirit feels renewal sweet,
Of all my dreams hope or desire--The hours of parting oft