now does our world descend
for all debts public and private,
intact despite agitation;
Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
turned upon themselves
And flaming brains are the white heart of all.
It is the blight man was born for,
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
stands on the grave of dreams
and die into the dirt.
Now shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
for the caged bird sings of Freedom,
Claspa rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named.
thy sons acclaim your glorious name
and you've heard
Over your obstacles, your rules
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)
Stay! though the woods are quiet.
Startled at the stillness
and, gleaming in the maelstrom,
And be one traveler, long I stood
once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
I set the controls, I pioneer
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
i cannot believe that i used lines from the Raven three times (after rejecting three times as many Raven lines, actually) and the Road Not Taken only once. The last poem seems pretty apt to me on several levels: i just read A Tale of Two Cities in Brit Lit a few weeks ago, i'm a knitter, and personally trying to believe:
Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
