Friday, March 01, 2013

A Love Poem Project part 15

I take myself a piece apart
beyond the light of worlds that to and fro,
But oh, the alienated hurt
Till someone finds me and takes me out.

'Tis pretty if the stars requiem
(Or so says i) than if they stare
I steal the night and transpire
under the starlight of a long day.

But so with all, from blades of grass
to the hide of a tree to Gobi fish,
So all must die to quell my heart
and I speak and tell you where to go.

Revelations by Robert Frost from New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems

We make ourselves a place apart
behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.

'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that  in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.

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