Catch a Little Rhyme
Once upon a time
I caught a little rhyme
. . .
Once upon a time
I caught a little rhyme
. . .
It seems like you could, but
you can’t go back and pull
the roots and runners and replant.
It’s all too deep for that. . . .
When I was a child I knew red miners
dressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.
I saw them come down red hills to their camps . . .
It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
out of blue sky the wind
sings loudest surrounding me. . . .
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?"
. . .
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
. . .
A man steps out of sunlight,
sunlight that streams like grace,
. . .
O wearisome condition of humanity!
Born under one law, to another bound;
Vainly begot and yet forbidden vanity;
. . .
We live in secret cities
And we travel unmapped roads.
. . .
The morning comes, and thickening clouds prevail,
Hanging like curtains all the horizon round,
Or overhead in heavy stillness sail; . . .