Fire and Ice Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.
From what Ive tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Going for Water Robert Frost

The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;

Not loth to have excuse to go,

Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon

That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.

But once within the wood, we paused

Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.

Each laid on other a staying hand

To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
 A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

Spray Sara Teasdale

I knew you thought of me all night,
I knew, though you were far away;
I felt your love blow over me
As if a dark wind-riven sea
Drenched me with quivering spray.
There are so many ways to love
And each way has its own delight
Then be content to come to me
Only as spray the beating sea
Drives inland through the night.
Wild Nights-Wile Nights! Emily Dickinson
Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile - the winds -

To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!

Deep Lane Mark Doty

November and this roads tunnel
of soft fire draws you forward, as it descends,
 as if you were moving toward

radical completion,
some encompassment? Dark kindness
woven in the fabric of the afternoon.

And because youve held within your own veins

another passage of fireobliterating mercy
not these lit-up leaf clouds

but a hot wire stealing into

the deepest chambers of the night
you love the way the asphalt lifts

then hurries down toward Deep Lane.

The fire road inside
is only that road once;

though desire sends you back there again

and again, it wont be that one youre on,
and thus you want all the harder.

So let this road take you,

autumns enchanted boy
lifted into the wet-yellow lamps of the maples;

taken up by that fleeting light,

let your trophies fall to the rain,
let the lean of the motorbike

carry you down the moraine,

across the rising chill from the fields, on into town:
warm light, voices, a meal in the taverns golden cave.

You wont be riding that other road much again,

but this one: the kind mans dark leather back
 in front of you, the cycles center of gravity

sinking lower, the delicious clay-cold of the field

between here and home rising up, scent of hay,
of animals and ruin. He knows

you would just as soon stay,

but lucky hes not here for that.
He ferries you home, maybe every night of your life.

Or thats what you wish he could do,

though you know its you leaning against him
that makes your mutual direction.

Every night a little like the one he came home late,

happy, from the leather bar, and you in your welling up
out of sleep said, I have a lake in me,

and he looked at you closely, with a generous,

unflinching scrutiny, undeceived, loving, as clear a gaze
as anyone had ever brought to you, and he said, You do

Phenomenal Woman - MAYA ANGELOU

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
Im not cute or built to suit a fashion models size
But when I start to tell them,
They think Im telling lies.
I say,
Its in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
Im a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thats me.
 I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
Its the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
Im a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
Thats me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.
They try so much
But they cant touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still cant see.
I say,
Its in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
Im a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thats me.
 Now you understand
Just why my heads not bowed.
I dont shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
Its in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
Cause Im a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thats me.