O my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
I have eaten my dinner
Do not despair
I have eaten my dinner and the Devil
When he comes will see
I have intact
A peripatetic philosophy
That prizes above all
But burnt asparagus red wine
Red wine like the red sky
The red slit of sky above you with
Salmon edges its holes
A turquoise belt at the horizon hiding
The woods I lie in
After a long walk
After a long walk through bramble pea shoots
Toasted old bread to dip
A creek warble short
After a long walk what is
Current what awaits
What will break
The thrall of the Devil
Copyright © 2016 Caryl Pagel. Used with permission of the author.
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
Copyright © 1962 by William Carlos Williams. Used with permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be reproduced in any form without the written consent of the publisher.