Teen Nazmein

 a minor bird


I have wished a bird would fly away,

and not sing by my house all day;

have clapped my hands at him from the door

when it seemed as if I could bear no more

the fault must partly have been in me.

The bird was not to blame for his key

         And of course there must be something wrong

In wanting to silence any song

                                                                                     Robert Frost





maggie and milly and molly and may


maggy and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach (to play one day)

 and maggie discovered a shell that sang

so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

 milly befriended a stranded star

whose rays five languid fingers were;

 and molly was chased by a horrible thing

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

 may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.

 For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

It’s always ourselves we find in the sea






in a disused graveyard


the living come with grassy tread

to read the gravestones on the hill;

the graveyard draws the living still,

but never anymore the dead.

the verses in it say and say:

“the ones who living come today

to read the stones and go away

tomorrow dead will come to stay”

so sure of death the marbles rhyme,

yet can’t help marking all the time

how no one dead will seem to come.

What is it men are shrinking from?

It would be easy to be clever

And tell the stones: Men hate to die

And have stopped dying forever.

I think they would believe the lie

Robert Frost





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