I know what my heart is like
Since your love died
All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked the other way,
And saw three islands in a bay.
When you, that at this moment are to me
Dearer than words on paper, shall depart,
And be no more the warder of my heart…
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-
And bought a morning paper which neither of us
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and
and we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
The world’s gone mad at the wheel
While bees and seas soar for bloom, germs and chaos
Straining against reorder.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
She had forgotten how the August night
Was level as a lake beneath the moon,
In which she swam a little, losing sight
I shall go back again to the bleak shore
And build a little shanty on the sand…
And, proud of what my art had done,
I viewed my painting, knew the great
Of marble, water, steel and slate.
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.
I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day
Oh, sleep forever in the Latmian cave,
Mortal Endymion, darling of the Moon!