If one by one we counted people out

My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length

Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes