The Afternoon Knows What The Morning Never

The Armful For Every Parcel I Stoop Down To Seize I Lose Some Other Off My Arms And Knees, And The Whole Pile Is Slipping, Bottles, Buns, Extremes Too Hard To Comprehend At. Once Yet Nothing I Should Care To Leave Behind. With All I Have To Hold With Hand And Mind And Heart, If Need Be, I Will Do My Best. To Keep Their Building Balanced At My Breast. I Crouch Down To Prevent Them As They Fall; Then Sit Down In The Middle Of Them All. I Had To Drop The Armful In The Road And Try To Stack Them In A Better Load.

Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those Not In Position To Look Too Close.

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day.