9/27/09

end of August hike




"What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made peaceful as a fire
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done being what she is?"

WBY

9/6/09

Evening Call


Where was I when the evening called

And the day’s lights went down

When working men turned toward home

And frost covered the ground?

I past a sullen soul who said

‘From signs I turn away

The writings are all wrong

The hills are steep and grey.’

Where was I when the evening called?

I can't hear or see,

The snow lies on the field

The fret lies on me.