This amber light floating strangely upward in the woods -- nearly dark now with a warlock hooting through the tips of trees. If I were to be murdered here as an Enemy of the State you would have to bury me under that woodpile for want of a shovel. She was near the window and beyond her breasts I could see the burdock, nettles, goldenrod in a field beyond the orchard. We'll have to abandon this place and live out of the car again. You'll nurse the baby while we're stuck in the snow out of gas. The ice had entered the wood. It was twenty below and the beech easy to split. I lived in a lean-to covered with deerskins. I have been emptied of poison and returned home dried out with a dirty bill of health and screaming for new wine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON ANOTHER'S SORROW, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 37. LOVE'S MY POLE-STAR by PHILIP AYRES THE SWORD by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY PSALM 104, SELECTION by RICHARD BLACKMORE LOST BUT FOUND by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |