free poetry

since i have felt the sense of death
there are gains for all our losses
still thirteen years
doubtless i remember still
darkest, strangest mystery
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
stern cold man
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i heard the wind all day
daughter, thou art come to die
so fallen
i see all human wits
to be able to see every side of every question
i stand in the cold gray weather