There Are Roughly Zones

We sit indoors and talk of the cold outside. And every gust that gathers strength and heaves Is a threat to the house. But the house has long been tried. We think of the tree. If it never again has leaves, We'll know, we say, that this was the night it died. 5 It is very far north, we admit, to have brought the peach. What comes over a man, is it soul or mind That to no limits and bounds he can stay confined You would say his ambition was to extend the reach Clear to the Arctic of every living...

In The Clearing

(New York Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1962) The contents of In the Clearing was preceded, as an introductory element, by an excerpt from the poem Kitty Hawk (being lines 219-224 and 246-257, set without any indication of a break between the two segments and having one textual variation Is for Was in line 254). The book had two titled units Cluster of Faith (the five poems Accidentally on Purpose through that beginning Forgive, O Lord) and Quandary (being the last ten poems of the volume)....

Haec Fabula Docet

A Blindman by the name of La Fontaine, Came tap-tap-tapping down the village street, Now just ahead of him was seen to yawn A trench where water pipes were laying on. The Blindman might have found it with his ferrule, But someone overanxious at his peril Not only warned him with a loud command But ran against him with a staying hand. Enraged at what he could but think officious, The Blindman missed him with a blow so vicious And plunged himself head foremost in the trench Where with a glee no...

The Milky Way Is A Cowpath

On wings too stiff to flap We started to exult In having left the map On journey the penult. But since we got nowhere, Like small boys we got mad And let go at the air With everything we had. Incorrigible Quidnuncs, We would see what would come Of pelting heaven with chunks Of crude uranium. At last in self-collapse We owned up to our wife The Milky Way perhaps Was woman's way of life. Our un-outwitted spouse Replied she had as soon Believe it was the cow's That overshot the moon. The parabolic...

Pod Of The Milkweed

Calling all butterflies of every race From source unknown but from no special place They ever will return to all their lives, Because unlike the bees they have no hives, The milkweed brings up to my very door The theme of wanton waste in peace and war And so it seems a flower s coming out That should if not be talked then sung about. The countless wings that from the infinite Make such a noiseless tumult over it Do no doubt with their color compensate For what the drab weed lacks of the ornate....

Robert Frost Maple

Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and he told her, Maple A4aple is right. But teacher told the school There's no such name. Teachers don't know as much 5 As fathers about children, you tell teacher. You tell her that it's m-a-p-l-e. You ask her if she knows a maple tree. Well, you were named after a maple tree. Your mother named you. You and she just saw 10 Each other in passing in the room upstairs, One coming this way into...

Awishing Well

If but it were, he said, said he, And one thing more that may not be, This world were good enough for me. Some quaint dissatisfaction ate him. The one thing more I wish there were. (I don't care how the world gets by.) Like splashing phosphorescent paint, That ought to make the Sunday Press. But that's not like me. On much less From childhood has my heart been set. I wish I may, I wish I might When clever people ask me where I get a poem, I despair. I'm apt...

On A Bird Singing In Its Sleep

A bird half wakened in the lunar noon Sang halfway through its little inborn tune. Partly because it sang but once all night And that from no especial bush's height, Partly because it sang ventriloquist And had the inspiration to desist Almost before the prick of hostile ears, It ventured less in peril than appears. It could not have come down to us so far, Through the interstices of things ajar On the long bead chain of repeated birth, To be a bird while we are men on earth, If singing out of...

From Plane To Plane

Neither of them was better than the other. They both were hired. And though Pike had the advantag< Of having hoed and mowed for fifty years, Dick had of being fresh and full of college. Your trouble is not sticking to the subject, Pike said with temper. And Dick longed to say, Your trouble is bucolic lack of logic, But all he did say was, What is the subject It's whether these professions really work. Now take the Doctor They were giving corn A final going over with the hoe Before they turned...

The Bearer Of Evil Tidings

The bearer of evil tidings, When he was halfway there, Remembered that evil tidings Were a dangerous thing to bear. So when he came to the parting Where one road led to the throne And one went off to the mountains And into the wild unknown, He took the one to the mountains. He ran through the Vale of Cashmere, He ran through the rhododendrons Till he came to the land of Pamir. And there in a precipice valley A girl of his age he met Took him home to her bower, Or he might be running yet. She...

An Empty Threat

There wasn't always Hudson's Bay And the fur trade, I can just see my tent pegged, And me on the floor, Cross-legged, And a trapper looking in at the door With furs to sell. And between what he doesn't know And won't tell About where Henry Hudson's gone, I can't say he's much help But we get on. Except always John-Joe, My French Indian Esquimaux, And he's off setting traps In one himself perhaps. Give a headshake Over so much bay Thrown away In snow and mist That doesn't exist, Don't ask Joe...

The Planet Venus

A dated popular-science medley on a mysterious light recently observed in the western sky at evening My unexpected knocking at the door Started chairs thundering on the kitchen floor, Knives and forks ringing on the supper plates, Voices conflicting like the candidates. A mighty farmer flung the house door wide, He and a lot of children came outside, And there on an equality we stood. Thats the time knocking at a door did good. I stopped to compliment you on this star You get the beauty of from...

They Were Welcome To Their Belief

Care may have thought it was care. They were welcome to their belief, The overimportant pair. No, it took all the snows that clung 5 To the low roof over his bed, Beginning when he was young, To induce the one snow on his head. But whenever the roof came white The head in the dark below 10 Was a shade less the color of night, A shade more the color of snow. Grief may have thought it was grief. Care may have thought it was care. But neither one was the thief...

The Lovely Shall Be Choosers

The Voice said, Hurl her down The Voices, How7 far down Seven levels of the world. How much time have we She would refuse love safe with wealth and honor The lovely shall be choosers, shall they Then let them choose Then we shall let her choose Take up the task beyond her choosing. Invisible hands crowded on her shoulder In readiness to weigh upon her. But she stood straight still, In broad round earrings, gold and jet with pearls, 15 And broad round suchlike brooch, Her cheeks high-colored,...

Masque Of Mercy

The Keepers wife Pulls down the window curtain on the door And locks the door. One customer, locked in, Stays talking with the Keeper at a showcase. The Keepers wife has hardly turned away 5 Before the doors so violently tried It makes her move as if to reinforce it. jesse bel. You can't come in (Knock, knock) The store is closed paul. Late, late, too late, you cannot enter now. jesse bel. We can't be always selling people things. 10 He doesn't go. keeper. You needn't...