poems in the notebook

And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew. Of my two sleepings, which, Do you not father me, nor the erected arm, Foster the light, nor veil the feeling moon. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? You can list the evolutions of your poems with dates or with numbers. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. You've got to do what's right for you, ... tags: death, poetry, the-notebook. Do you prefer hardbound or softbound? Poems about Notebook at the world's largest poetry site. Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ve written many humorous Christian poems, articles, and a book and can prove the poem …