Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

1
He listened at the porch that day,
To hear the wheel go on, and on;
And then it stopped, ran back away,
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done.

2
He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne'er ended, once begun;
I smiled--believing for us both,
What was the truth for only one:
And now my spinning is all done.

3
My mother cursed me that I heard
A young man's wooing as I spun:
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word--
For I have, since, a harder known!
And now my spinning is all done.

4
I thought--O God!--my first-born's cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown:
I listened in mine agony--
It was the silence made me groan!
And now my spinning is all done.

5
Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave,

...

To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops

...

It's the year of the horse and celebrations commence
They are strong yet contained within a fence
They are noble and as courageous as can be
Yet regardless of these traits they don't seem to be free

People boss them and make them do work
Yet scold them and punish when they lurk
For they don't see the beauty and strength that horses give
They don't see that being free is the horses motive to live


...

A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
Ah, me!
The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red,
That quivers in the sun;
A windy gust, a grave of dust,
The little race is run.
Ah, me!
Were that the only one.
...

'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
A penny for three tries!'
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.

She was a tawny gypsy girl,
A girl of twenty years,
I liked her for the lumps of gold
That jingled from her ears;


...

I blow a gentle kiss goodbye to autumn
My eyes grateful for the feast it has fed me
The warm tones of golden hues and russet reds
Vibrant shades of orange and burnish browns

No more crisp leaves will I hear crunch beneath my feet,
No more brown conquers in damp blades of grass shall I find
Only wet sticky leaves that clog gutters and gurgling drains
Languish behind


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A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
Ah, me!
The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red,
That quivers in the sun;
A windy gust, a grave of dust,
The little race is run.
Ah, me!
Were that the only one.
...

Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
It was no better and no worse than the usual human tragedies.

For over thirty years we have been waging our dispute
As we do now, on the island under the skies of the tropics.
We flee a downpour, in an instant the bright sun again,
And I grow dumb, dazzled by the emerald essence of the leaves.

...

True love is quiet and strong, content to be present
True love does not mean to do wrong, to cause hurt
True love has to be truthful, to keep your trust
True love is your cheerleader, it doesn't pull you down


True love is unconditional, you may think it weak
True love may be forgotten, when you decide to deceive
True love makes you feel guilty, when you feel jealous inside
True love makes you feel happy and sad at the same time

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