Every verse is a child of love

Every verse is a child of love,
A destitute bastard slip,
A firstling ‒ the winds above ‒
Left by the road asleep.

Heart has a gulf, and a bridge,
Heart has a bless, and a grief.
Who is his father? A liege?
Maybe a liege, or a thief.

As the Hand on Left

As the hand on left with the hand on right
Our souls are beside.

We had both gone in a bliss of flight
As the wing on left and the wing on right.

But a whirl arrived -- and a chasm is left
From the wing on right to the wing on left!

Except for Love

All my minutes are filled with you, except for love -
The most melancholy... More

On Parting

All my minutes are filled with you, except for love -
The most melancholy... More

I like that you are crazy not with me

I like that you are crazy not with me,
I like that I’m not with you crazy, either,
That ne’er the heavy planet’s globe will be
Drifting away under our feet, quite easy... More

To Mother

In the old Strauss waltz for the first time
We had listened to your quiet call,
Since then all the living things are alien
And the knocking of the clock consoles... More