POEMS
Lullaby.
Let nations rage,
let nations fall.
The shadow of the crib makes an enormous cage
upon the wall.
Lullaby.
Sleep on and on,
war's over soon.
Drop the silly, harmless toy,
pick up the moon.
Lullaby.
If
they should say
you have no sense,
don't you mind them; it won't make
much difference.
Lullaby.
Adult and child
sink to their rest.
At sea the big ship sinks and dies,
lead in its breast.
IV.
What's that shining in the leaves,
the shadowy leaves,
like tears when somebody grieves,
shining, shining in the leaves.
Is it dew or
is
it tears,
dew or tears,
hanging there for years and years
like a heavy dew of tears.
Then that dew begins to fall,
roll down and fall.
Maybe it's not tears at all.
See it, see it roll and fall.
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