def poetry

if i had known how narrow a prison is love
gone before us
i know not where
out of the deep and the dark
rocked in the cradle of the deep
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
a look is but a ray
and with the humming bird
master of human destinies am i
he speaks not well
when a deed is done for freedom
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars