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I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

Towards the Noel that morte saison (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear
)Then when the grey wolves everychone Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal

ST, this one day we own,    Stolen from the crowd and press,    Let it be sweet silence's
We two, heart in heart, alone;
Any speech were less
We are weary, even thus,    Talk might turn to discontent    Else be practised merriment:

Now,
O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay Which now is ended in this way

This mad carnival of loving,
This wild orgy of the flesh,
Ends at last and we two, sobered,
Look at one another, yawning

I Love this white and slender body,
These limbs that answer Love's caresses,
Passionate eyes, and forehead covered With heavy waves of thick, black tresses
You are the very one I've searched for In many lands, in every weather

If this be love, to draw a weary breath,
Paint on floods, till the shore, cry to th'air,
With downward looks still reading on the earth,
The sad memorials of my love's despair

The light along the hills in the morningcomes down slowly, naming the treeswhite, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate
Notice what this poem is not doing
A house, a house, a barn, the oldquarry, where the river shrugs—how much...

Of thy life,
Thomas, this compass well mark:
Not aye with full sails the high seas to beat,
Ne by coward dread, in shunning storms dark,

I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on atrain and that they never were recovered
I can't match the agony of thisbut the other night I wrote a 3-page poemupon this computerand through my lack of diligence andpracticeand by playi...

not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel
here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry; here, a fig-tree; there, a face; there, a dragon circling space — designating here, a bower; there, a pointed passion-flower

This normative hilllike all othersis transparently accessible,out thereand in the mind,not to be missedexcept in peril of one's life
Do not muse on itfrom a distance:it's not remotefor the view only,it's for the sportof climbing
What the...