Poetry Group5
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Gathering LeavesSpades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew dullerFrom contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
A Late WalkWhen I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
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The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,But a leaf that lingered brown,Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
Desert PlacesSnow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have itit is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between starson stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.