Status Updates From Poems (Vol 1.)

“The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.”

“If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.”

“And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!“

I lost a world the other day

Yet I know how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

Shadows hold their breath

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;

The seasons prayed around his knees,

An orchard for a dome

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;

His presence is enchantment,

He lived where dreams were sown.