The Whitetailed Hornet

The white-tailed hornet lives in a balloon That floats against the ceiling of the woodshed. The exit he comes out at like a bullet Is like the pupil of a pointed gun. And having power to change his aim in flight, He comes out more unerring than a bullet. Verse could be written on the certainty With which he penetrates my best defense Of whirling hands and arms about the head To stab me in the sneeze-nerve of a nostril. Such is the instinct of it I allow. Yet how about the insect certainty That...

America Is Hard To

Had the Queen backed him to a cruise. Remember he had made the test Finding the East by sailing West. But had he found it Here he was Without one trinket from Ormuz To save the Queen from family censure For her investment in his venture. There had been something strangely wrong With every coast he tried along. He could imagine nothing barrener. The trouble was with him the mariner. He wasn't off a mere degree His reckoning was off a sea. And to intensify the drama Another mariner, da Gama, Came...

To A Thinker

The last step taken found your heft Decidedly upon the left. One more would throw you on the right. Another still you see your plight. You call this thinking, but it's walking. Not even that, it's only rocking, Or weaving like a stabled horse From force to matter and back to force, From form to content and back to form, From norm to crazy and back to norm, From bound to free and back to bound, From sound to sense and back to sound. So back and forth. It almost scares A man the way things come...

One More Brevity

I opened the door so my last look Should be taken outside a house and book. Before I gave up seeing and slept I said I would see how Sirius kept His watchdog eye on what remained To be gone into if not explained. But scarcely was my door ajar, When past the leg I thrust for bar Slipped in to be my problem guest, Not a heavenly dog made manifest, But an earthly dog of the carriage breed Who, having failed of the modern speed, Now asked asylum and I was stirred To be the one so dog-preferred. He...

Some Science Fiction

The chance is the remotest Of its going much longer unnoticed That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race. And some of them may mind My staying back behind To take life at a walk In philosophic talk Though as yet they only smile At how slow I do a mile, With tolerant reproach For me as an Old Slow Coach. But I know them what they are As they get more nuclear And more bigoted in reliance On the gospel of modern science, For them my loitering around At less than the speed of sound Or...

The Last Word Of A Bluebird

As I went out a Crow In a low voice said, Oh, I was looking for you. How do you do I just came to tell you To tell Lesley (will you ) That her little Bluebird Wanted me to bring word That the north wind last night That made the stars bright And made ice on the trough Almost made him cough His tail feathers off.

Why Wait For Science

Sarcastic Science, she would like to know, In her complacent ministry of fear, How we propose to get away from here When she has made things so we have to go Or be wiped out. Will she be asked to show Us how by rocket we may hope to steer To some star off there, say, a half light-year Through temperature of absolute zero Why wait for Science to supply the how When any amateur can tell it now The way to go away should be the same As fifty million years ago we came If anyone remembers how that...

The Planners

If anything should put an end to This, Im thinking the unborn would never miss What they had never had of vital bliss. No burst of nuclear phenomenon That put an end to what was going on Could make much difference to the dead and gone. Only a few of those even in whose day It happened would have very much to say. And anyone might ask them who were they. Who would they be The guild of social planners With the intention blazoned on their banners Of getting one more chance to change our manners...

Something For Hope

At the present rate it must come to pass, And that right soon, that the meadowsweet And steeple bush, not good to eat, Will have crowded out the edible grass. Then all there is to do is wait For maple, birch, and spruce to push Through meadowsweet and steeple bush And crowd them out at a similar rate. No plow among these rocks would pay. So busy yourself with other things While the trees put on their wooden rings And with long-sleeved branches hold their sway. Then cut down the trees when...

Closed For Good

Much as I own I owe The passers of the past Because their to and fro Has cut this road to last, I owe them more today Because they've gone away And come not back with steed And chariot to chide My slowness with their speed And scare me to one side. They have found other scenes For haste and other means. They leave the road to me To walk in saying naught Perhaps but to a tree Inaudibly in thought, From you the road receives And soon for lack of sun, The prospects are in white It will be further...

The Pauper Witch Of Grafton

Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like They've got it settled wrong, and I can prove it. Flattered I must be to have two towns fighting To make a present of me to each other. They don't dispose me, either one of them, To spare them any trouble. Double trouble's I'll double theirs for both of them you watch me. They'll find they've got the whole thing to do over, That is, if facts is what they want to go by. They set a lot (now don't they )...

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...

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...

Accidentally On Purpose

The Universe is but the Thing of things, The things but balls all going round in rings. Some of them mighty huge, some mighty tiny, All of them radiant and mighty shiny. They mean to tell us all was rolling blind Till accidentally it hit on mind In an albino monkey in a jungle, And even then it had to grope and bungle, Till Darwin came to earth upon a year To show the evolution how to steer. They mean to tell us, though, the Omnibus Had no real purpose till it got to us. Never believe it. At...

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...

Bursting Rapture

I went to the physician to complain, The time had been when anyone could turn To farming for a simple way to earn But now 'twas there as elsewhere, any gain Was made by getting science on the brain There was so much more every day to learn, The discipline of farming was so stern, It seemed as if I couldn't stand the strain. But the physician's answer was, There, there, What you complain of, all the nations share. Their effort is a mounting ecstasy That when it gets too exquisite to bear Will...

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 Reason

A man sits leaning hack against a palm. His wife lies hy him looking at the sky. man. i said the incense tree's on fire again. 5 wife. You mean the Burning Bush wife. I shouldn't be surprised. wife. There's a strange light on everything today. man. The myrrh tree gives it. Smell the rosin burning The ornaments the Greek artificers 10 The Star of Bethlehem, the pomegranates, i The birds, seem all on fire with Paradise. And hark, the gold enameled nightingales...

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...