“I ran and ran and ran in my wild dream”

I ran and ran and ran in my wild dream,
To come to you, but you were always far;
My breath felt raw and I heard my lungs scream
With pain, but you were an out-of-reach star.
No matter how high I jumped or how fast
I ran, you evaded my hand. I cried;
Through mind’s memory, I made the tears [...]

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“I hear the quick sweep of the sweeper’s brush”

I hear the quick sweep of the sweeper’s brush,
Dust billows around and around the air,
Bringing upon its face a ruddy flush
That makes me stop my work and loan a stare
To particles of grime that lift, to float,
Aimlessly, and move, here and there, to float,
Upon this window sill, that man’s wool coat…
My mind trips and wonders [...]

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Darkness and Thorns.

The sky has dropped its foul, grey hue
Upon this world and me;
And when the wind comes howling through,
It brings no felicity.
The birds have lost their will to sing,
And mourn this darkened hour;
The sun becomes a had-been thing,
Which once had supreme power.
Those clouds that touch the earth are dark
And cover the surfaces of seas;
While ashes billow [...]

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Replies.

It moves toward the Rose!
The Frost!
And, slowly, her life goes …
The Cost –
Of Life, Beauty, Being!
All’s lost!
Then why this taut living?
For Frost.
Is this the Truth? Reply!
‘Tis so.
Why live then? Why, oh, why?
You know.
Nay, I do not … do I?
Do so.
For Frost does the Rose lie?
For Woe.
For Woe? [...]

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