They paddle with staccato feet
In powder-pools of sunlight,
Small blue busybodies
Strutting like fat gentlemen
With hands clasped
Under their swallowtail coats;
And, as they stump about,
Their heads like tiny hammers
Tap at imaginary nails
In non-existent walls.
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love!--From Abelard it came,
And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
When Mother divorced you, we were glad. She took it and
took it in silence, all those years and then
kicked you out, suddenly, and her
kids loved it. Then you were fired, and we
grinned inside, the way people grinned when
Nixon's helicopter lifted off the South
Lawn for the last time. We were tickled
to think of your office taken away,
your secretaries taken away,
your lunches with three double bourbons,
In silent night when rest I took
For sorrow near I did not look
I waked was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of "Fire!" and "Fire!"
Let no man know is my desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To strengthen me in my distress
And not to leave me succorless.
They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
So I wouldn't have to keep staring at the righteous nape
of my husband Lot's neck.
From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead
he wouldn't so much as hesitate.
From the disobedience of the meek.
Checking for pursuers.
Amidst the rustling leaves and gentle breeze,
The symphony of nature never seems to cease.
Birds chirping melodiously in the trees,
A musical ensemble that's sure to please.
The rustling of the leaves like a soft lullaby,
A soothing melody that can calm the mind's eye.
The chirping of the birds, a joyful tune,
As they dance and play beneath the moon.
In the stillness of the night
A whispering breeze takes flight
Softly rustling through the leaves
A gentle melody it weaves
The stars above shine bright and clear
Like diamonds in the atmosphere
A peaceful calm fills the air
As though time has ceased to care
In a world of noise and haste,
I find solace in a quiet space,
Where the whispers of the wind,
Are the only sounds that begin.
Amidst the chaos of the day,
I yearn for a place to stay,
Where the stillness of the night,
Is the only companion in sight.
A leaf falls softly from the tree,
Drifting gently to the ground below,
Its journey ends, but it's free,
To dance and play with the wind's flow.
The sun shines down upon the earth,
Glistening on the dewy grass,
The world awakens with new birth,
A moment too beautiful to pass.
In the darkness of night,
With only stars for light,
I wander through the trees,
Whispering secrets on the breeze.
The moon above shines bright,
A beacon in the night,
Guiding me on my way,
As I wander and sway.