love poems

sun stepped down from his golden throne
she heard the children playing in the sun
do not grieve that it is over
thou unrelenting past
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
lo! 'tis a gala night
to be able to see every side of every question
why then, must we see?
backward, turn backward
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i saw the first pear
babylon-where i go dreaming
there was a strangeness on your lips
in his guarded tent