Poetry Fragments

We make ourselves a place apart

Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.

(“Revelation” by Robert Frost) 

My life is like a frozen thing,

No bud nor greenness can I see:

Yet rise it shall--the sap of Spring;

O Jesus, rise in me.

(“A Better Resurrection” by Christina Rossetti) 

And I have heard God’s silence

like the sun
And sought to change

(“Introduction” by Franz Wright) 

When the child was a child

It walked with its arms swinging,

wanted the brook to be river,

the river to be a torrent,

and this puddle to be the sea.

(“Song of Childhood” by Peter Handke)