O happy day! Said @3overpowered@1, had by it all and transfixed and unforgetting other times that refused to swirl and flow. The calendar above my head made of unnatural numbers, day lasted five days and I expect a splendid year's worth of dawn. Rain pumps. Juliet in her tower and Gaspara Stampa again and that girl lolling in the hammock with a fruit smell about her. Under tag alder, beneath the ferns, crawling to know animals for hours, how it looks to them down in this lightless place. The girl out in the snows in the Laurentians saves her money for Montreal and I am to meet her in a few years by "accident." Magdalen comes in a waking dream and refuses to cover me, crying out for ice, release from time, for a cool spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOUND-DRESSER by WALT WHITMAN THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HO FOR NOA NOA by BERTON BRALEY HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING RUDEL TO THE LADY OF TRIPOLI by ROBERT BROWNING POETICAL ADDRESS TO MR. WILLIAM TYTLER by ROBERT BURNS |