def poetry

he'd even have his joke
better than granite
be in me as the eternal moods
have you seen walking through the village
we who stood
with the meek, brown eyes
let us pity those who are better off than we are
i stood by the open casement
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
once this soft turf
i heard the wind all day
out of the deep and the dark
a little peach in the orchard grew
here falls no light