Witter Bynner Poems

When I walked home forgotten,
When I walked home in grief,
I found a letter under my door.
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Has
Like a navel
A hole in its middle
Through which a gull may fly
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Perhaps they laughed at Dante in his youth,
Told him that truth
Had unappealably been said
In the great masterpieces of the dead: --
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Because we felt there could not be
A mowing in reality
So white and feathery-blown and gay
With blossoms of wild caraway,
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In came the moon and covered me with wonder,
Touched me and was near me and made me very still.
In came a rush of song, like rain after thunder,
Pouring importunate on my window-sill.
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Name me no names for my disease,
   With uninforming breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
   But homesick unto death --
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Shall I say that what heaven gave
   Earth has taken? --
Or that sleepers in the grave
   Reawaken?
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Though wisdom underfoot
   Dies in the bloody fields,
Slowly the endless root
   Gathers again and yields.
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There is an island where a man alone,
Alive beyond the selfishness of living,
Knows the whole world around him as his own
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Lest I learn, with clearer sight,
Such beauty cannot be -
Tie a bandage, pull it tight,
Blind me, I would not see!
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