All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding
and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul
sledges of cordwood for drying through spring and summer,
for the Glenwood stove next winter, and for the simmering range.
In April you pulled cartloads of manure to spread on the fields,
dark manure of Holsteins, and knobs of your own clustered with oats.
All summer you mowed the grass in meadow and hayfield, the mowing machine
clacketing beside you, while the sun walked high in the morning;
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving
Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay!
Now sighing so deeply, now frantickly raving
Beneath the pale light of the moon's sickly ray.
Now he starts, all aghast, and with horror's wild gesture,
Cries, "AGNES is coming, I know her white vesture!
"See! see! how she beckons me on to the willow,
"Where, on the cold turf, she has made our rude pillow.
"Sweet girl ! yes I know thee; thy cheek's living roses
Light through the darkness comes from afar
Shining in the night sky from every star.
travelling across such vast distances
and speaking into today's circumstances.
What are you saying to me, oh wondrous star?
What is the message that you have brought so far?
It speaks of distances beyond comprehension.
It speaks of the splendour of God’s creation.
There's light everywhere;
Still, our hearts are full of murk;
We need light indeed.
Vanilla moon of the billion star, milky night,
Peering over luxuriant treetops, evergreen.
Ivory clouds drift away to blues and bright,
On a spicy, pearl night, like none ever seen.
Daisy moon in onyx, all cream and chiffon,
With what loveliness is darkness enhanced.
Its alabaster rays pour upon a snowy swan-
Joy pranced on a path that sun last danced!
Our point of view is far away
If you say almost more than billions of cubits
Or if it is made more than 1 million light years away
It is clear that there is a distance between you and me like space in gigabits
I am loving you
Being away from you seems to deny your ego, which said you are loving me
I now seem to believe more and more in the legitimacy of that fact I am still loving you
Obviously, I've never been ambiguous if what I feel is without having to say a dime
Darkness being an introvert, has
a different meaning for me
It not only means no light
but a world away so bright
Darkness, the absence of people or
a crowd so large...
it prevents a busload of feelins