William Snodgrass
William Snodgrass
across falls full shadow weed
Someone will have to weed and spreadThe young sprouts. Sprinkle them in the hourWhen shadow falls across their bed.You should try to look at them every dayBecause when they come to full flowerI will be away.
across falls flower full hour shadow spread weed
Someone will have to weed and spread The young sprouts. Sprinkle them in the hour When shadow falls across their bed. You should try to look at them every day Because when they come to full flower I will be away.
life
And you, whiner, who wastes your timeDawdling over the remorseless earth,What evil, what unspeakable crimeHave you made your life worth?
crime earth life time
And you, whiner, who wastes your time Dawdling over the remorseless earth, What evil, what unspeakable crime Have you made your life worth?
choose power refuse
Of all things, only wehave power to choose that we should die;nothing else is freein this world to refuse it.
choose free power refuse
Of all things, only we have power to choose that we should die; nothing else is free in this world to refuse it.
dead happened leaves man piles stopped turned
I happened to findYour picture. That picture. I stopped there cold,Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yardWho has turned up a severed hand.
dead happened leaves man piles stopped turned yard
I happened to find Your picture. That picture. I stopped there cold, Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yard Who has turned up a severed hand.
great hill nowhere wear
They wear their godhead lightly.They look out from their hill and say,To themselves, "We have nowhere to go but down;The great destination is to stay.
great hill nowhere wear
They wear their godhead lightly. They look out from their hill and say, To themselves, "We have nowhere to go but down; The great destination is to stay.
along catch darkness gone lived love proud rejected sang sour sweet
Sweet beast, I have gone prowling,a proud rejected manwho lived along the edgescatch as catch can;in darkness and in hedgesI sang my sour toneand all my love was howlingconspicuously alone.
along catch darkness edges gone lived love man proud rejected sang sour sweet tone
Sweet beast, I have gone prowling, a proud rejected man who lived along the edges catch as catch can; in darkness and in hedges I sang my sour tone and all my love was howling conspicuously alone.
heard nights whipped
You still whispered you would not die.Yet in the nights I heard you cryLike a whipped child. . . .
cry heard nights whipped
You still whispered you would not die. Yet in the nights I heard you cry Like a whipped child. . . .