Grenstone Poems Author:Witter Bynner Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: to Grenstone ON THE TRAIN WHY write about it? How do I know? But what I see I now set down, For in my pulse the touch and flow Of spring has entered from t... more »he urgent show Of river, hill and town . . . The bends of the Connecticut Reflecting rows of pine and birch; The banks of brush that climb and jut; A castle full of corn; a workman's hut; A pig, a barn, a church; A boy blue-shirted at his ease Fishing; a hawk, the peak of a cloud; A man's head on a woman's knees; Italians singing on the railroad;—these Enter with spring and crowd My heart and are my company And lead me low and lead me high As a swallow flying, trying to be Water and earth and air. And what I see I write, not knowing why . . . Nor why I flow and pour and burn Bright as the rim of yonder dam, Nor why with the swallow I dart and turn, Trying to be these things that I discern— Until I am, I am! to Grenstone EARLY APRIL IN GRENSTONE THE freshets are free and the ice is afloat And the stems of the willows are red in the air, The crows in long companies echo their note And the little birds dare With their breasts of dawn and their wings of noon To tell that the bluets are following soon. Then a sudden cold night over hollows and hills Lays a thickness of snow, for the inclines of day And the meadows and bright multitudinous rills To gather away . . . As yesterday's beauty, returning, shall blend With the morrow's new beauty—as I with a friend! //. NEIGHBORS AND THE COUNTRYSIDE People and places are alive with light- Before the sun itself moves into sight. the Countryside BAREHEADED, with his bearded throat Open and brown, Luke was a friend Who never greeted you by rote: His good-day seemed itself to lend A means of making the day good;...« less