When You Come
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.





Related poetry:
- Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk […]...
- Letter to My Lover After Seven Years You gave me the child That seamed my belly & stitched up my life. You gave me: one book of […]...
- Plea Secrets, you said, would hold us two apart; You’d have me know of you your least transgression, And so the […]...
- Edith Conant We stand about this place we, the memories; And shade our eyes because we dread to read: “June 17th, 1884, […]...
- Sight Unseemly are the open eyes That watch the midnight sheep, That look upon the secret skies Nor close, abashed, in […]...
- Introspection If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the […]...
- In A Light Time The alder shudders in the April winds Off the moon. No one is awake and yet Sunlight streams across The […]...
- Child Margaret THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the first numbers formed under her wishing child fingers. […]...
- Other Children “Little child of my five senses And of my tenderness.” Let us cradle our loves, We will have good children. […]...
- Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green SMALL is the trust when love is green In sap of early years; A little thing steps in between And […]...
- North Country North Country, filled with gesturing wood, With trees that fence, like archers’ volleys, The flanks of hidden valleys Where nothing’s […]...
- Said The Poet To The Analyst My business is words. Words are like labels, Or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only […]...
- Sonnet IV Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the […]...
- BALCONY MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of […]...
- The Plea of the Simla Dancers Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for their […]...
- Memento Like a reminder of this life Of trams, sun, sparrows, And the flighty uncontrolledness Of streams leaping like thermometers, And […]...
- Romance To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and […]...
- Infelice Walking swiftly with a dreadful duchess, He smiled too briefly, his face was pale as sand, He jumped into a […]...
- Spelling My daughter plays on the floor With plastic letters, Red, blue & hard yellow, Learning how to spell, Spelling, How […]...
- Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light […]...