Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
Down from the shower'd halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as
if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
......
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
......
1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--
2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!
3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,
4 Clos'd under hatches,
5 Spairges about the brunstane cootie
6 To scaud poor wretches!
7 Hear me, Auld Hangie, for a wee,
8 An' let poor damned bodies be;
9 I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie,
......
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste,
And lo! 'twas done with speed of light;
The evening soon the world embraced,
And o'er the mountains hung the night.
Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,
A tow'ring giant in his size,
Where darkness through the thicket broke,
......
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
......
It rises without asking,
pulling silence across the sky.
Not a word,
yet everything listens.
Even the shadows
stand still
to watch.
A silvery dream upon the night sky
Shining betwixt the tiny shimmers
Queen of the dark alam is she,
Beauty resting upon her in sanctity
That mere words can’t help but flatter
Brimming with epics at her flower beds
That the poets sing praises
But none versed enough
To match her luminous attire
......
My gaze is turned above.
Trees fall down and streets elope and face follows a frown,
Of straight along and circly roads won't further mark my path,
So step for step just past the grass and you there somewhere dad
But the light that fills my eyes is still so rare and so delight,
Why as I reach the follow rise and walk to watch her dream,
The slide gathers like a woven thread just knitted by the beam
......
you stand, fist raised,
against the mountain’s face.
each strike an echo
that only you embrace.
you call it yoga.
i call it poking the moon.
so drop the hammer,
left or right.
let your hand
......
He looks into the great yellow wolf eye moon sphere looking glass
It makes sense that he would look in on us
How have I never noticed him before
The great wolf beast stares and stares, looking for a man strong enough to see the world aflame in his heart
And then to reciprocate that fire in our bereft world
This vessel needs a flame burning
And the wolf is here to grant it
His wisdom says
Be hungry