#oldpoets

[whenaprilwoodsarered]

[herefornewthings]

Always running, running around to find someone from the past who've put down in words the essence of my agony, who've scaled the hurt and confusion that I feel as I stay up restless and tired.

[recoveryleavesrecords]

Mid-Winter Waking

Stirring suddenly from long hibernation, i knew myself once more a poet Guarded by timeless principalities Against the worm of death, this hillside haunting; And presently dared open both my eyes. O gracious, lofty, shone against from under, Back-of-the-mind-far clouds like towers; And you, sudden warm airs that blow Before the expected season of new blossom, While sheep still gnaw at roots and lambless go - Be witness that on waking, this mid-winter, I found her hand in mine laid closely Who shall watch out the Spring with me. We stared in silence all around us But found no winter anywhere to see. - Robert Graves