PEI West

Passageway

admin — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:03:22 +0000

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house in in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his wood fill up with snow

Green Fuse

admin — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 04:57:17 +0000

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

Falling

admin — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 04:52:23 +0000

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

Becon

admin — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 04:51:13 +0000

And over the sea wet church the size of a snail
With its horns through mist and the castle
Brown as owls
But all the gardens
Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales

Dark And Deep

admin — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 22:40:10 +0000

The Woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I Have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.

Omen

admin — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 22:34:27 +0000

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore–
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Causeway

admin — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 16:16:02 +0000

I CAME from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
“Be kind and take me back!”

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.

Autumn Stream

admin — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 16:01:56 +0000

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them –
The summer flowers depart –
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.

Road To The Past

admin — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:01:21 +0000

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say

Face Rock

admin — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 14:56:10 +0000

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.