25poemsamonth may table

I have a bird in spring	A wounded deer leaps highest	She dealt her pretty words like Blades	In the peaceful west	Nature - the gentlest Mother is
It keeps the nerves progressive	The saddest noise, the sweetest noise	I could not fix the Year -	Good Night, because we must	The Dark - felt beautiful -
Without external sound	The Judge is like the Owl	A sweep of Gray	And the Juggler of Day is gone	She staked her feathers - Gained an Arc
What is forbidden utterly	The Pendulum begins to count -	Whose limit none have ever seen	And still the pensive spring returns	It makes the Parting tranquil
By Processes of Size	My Faith that Dark adores -	To gather Paradise -	If anybody's friend be dead	And putting love away