def poetry

a bird sang
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
who loves the rain
lived by the river-side
desolate and lone
if the red slayer think he slays
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
pushing out, struggling vainly
to be able to see every side of every question
who is the runner in the skies
shadows lay along broadway
you say you love me
tell me not
little park that i pass through