Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.
I like divorce. I love to compose
letters of resignation; now and then
I send one in and leave in a lemon-
hued Huff or a Snit with four on the floor.
To An Athlete Dying Young
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Was TIME born with all the sky?
Can TIME suffer and also die?
Is TIME flat? Or is TIME round?
Where is TIME? Can TIME be found?
Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say