Short Poems

There is a power you know not of,
Except you know as I have known
How one can give his all to love
And find his all in love alone.

TWENTY-THREE and twenty-seven,
Lots of time to get to Heaven,
Though we camp and watch for dawn
Beside the road we travel on;
Time to live and time for love,
Time enough for time to prove
All the healing in the hem
Woven for Jerusalem.

THE Dead T HINKER

I N the slow silenThearse
He takes his way
Home to the Universe.

AGE AND D EATH

M Y fire has burnt so low
That he who knocks
Is not a guest, I trow!

BY One J UST D EAD

T HOUGH but an hour has sped
He is as dumb
As one ten aeons dead.

AT N IGHT

The wind seems like a prayer
Of earth to God,
Unanswered everywhere.

S CRIPT

N O word the wild geese cry,
But only write
In silence on the sky.

The L IGHTNING

The lightning seems a tongue,
Mad with the heat,
That summer has outflung.

K INDRED

The butterfly and flower
Surely were made
By earth in the same hour.

LOVE Letters RETURNED IN S PRING

H OW many petals fall!
Yet in my heart
They once were growing all!