for the sweetest one




were it known it needn't be said

 

 

So set its Sun in Thee

What Day be dark to me —

What Distance — far —

So I the Ships may see

That touch — how seldomly —

Thy Shore?

 

Emily Dickinson

 

 

~~~

 

 

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

 

Now all the truth is out,

Be secret and take defeat

From any brazen throat,

For how can you compete,

Being honour bred, with one

Who, were it proved he lies,

Were neither shamed in his own

Nor in his neighbours' eyes?

Bred to a harder thing

Than Triumph, turn away

And like a laughing string

Whereon mad fingers play

Amid a place of stone,

Be secret and exult,

Because of all things known

That is the most difficult.

 

William Butler Yeats

 

 

~~~

 

 

were it known it needn't be said

 

a black sun

shining half so bright

shadows

growing short with sunset

 

robins 

howling at the moon

doves

feeding on carrion

 

all that should be

undone

is undone

 

all that is right

is right

and two are one 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2015-03-20 at 08:59

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem made me uncomfortable. It's good as a poem, but it leads me to nitpick. I understand that "short" goes better with "shining" and "shadows," but shadows grow longer at sunset. Also, robins don't howl. Doves also don't eat carrion, but, for some reason, I'm okay with that.
2015-03-22


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a sweet poem, and I shall treasure the robins.
I like how you lead us in too.
2015-03-20


salem
i think all need it to be like this they think by force can make all they want but that is wrong
Nice text thanx
2015-03-20