https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g Done Without Patience. en-us 2017-05-11 18:35:04 UTC 2025-11-24 12:13:53 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Ninja.png rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171343459 2017-05-11 18:39:53 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171343459 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171345266 2017-05-11 18:46:22 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171345266 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171346800 2017-05-11 18:52:16 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171346800 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171347861 2017-05-11 18:57:01 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171347861 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171348089 2017-05-11 18:58:00 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171348089 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171348909 2017-05-11 19:02:15 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171348909 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171349410 2017-05-11 19:04:46 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171349410 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171350115 2017-05-11 19:08:15 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171350115 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171350622 A bird that I don't know,
 Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow,
 Looks sideways out into the wheat
 The wind waves under the waves of heat.
 The field is yellow as egg-bread dough
 Except where (just as though they'd let
 It live for looks) a locust billows
 In leaf-green and shade-violet,
 A standing mercy.
 The bird calls twice, "Red clay, red clay";
 Or else he's saying, "Directly, directly."
 If someone came by I could ask,
 Around here all of them must know --
 And why they live so and die so --
 Or why, for once, the lagging heron
 Flaps from the little creek's parched cresses
 Across the harsh-grassed, gullied meadow
 To the black, rowed evergreens below.
 They know and they don't know.
 To ask, a man must be a stranger --
 And asking, much more answering, is dangerous;
 Asked about it, who would not repent
 Of all he ever did and never meant,
 And think a life and its distresses,
 Its random, clutched-for, homefelt blisses,
 The circumstances of an accident?
 The farthest farmer in a field,
 A gaunt plant grown, for seed, by farmers,
 Has felt a longing, lorn urbanity
 Jailed in his breast; and, just as I,
 Has grunted, in his old perplexity,
 A standing plea.
 From the tar of the blazing square
 The eyes shift, in their taciturn
 And unavowing, unavailable sorrow.
 Yet the intonation of a name confesses
 Some secrets that they never meant
 To let out to a soul; and what words would not dim
 The bowed and weathered heads above the denim
 Or the once-too-often washed wash dresses?
 They are subdued to their own element.
 One day
 The red, clay face
 Is lowered to the naked clay;
 After some words, the body is forsaken
 The shadows lengthen, and a dreaming hope
 Breathes, from the vague mound, Life;
 From the grove under the spire
 Stars shine, and a wandering light
 Is kindled for the mourner, man.
 The angel kneeling with the wreath
 Sees, in the moonlight, graves.]]> 2017-05-11 19:10:39 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171350622 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171351434 Although you're a million miles away, your heart is so close to me,
now tell me isn't it such a shame, that you're not beside me.
Your sweet scent lingers on my clothes, a pretty flower, a perfect rose,
 and  it feels like you're so close, dearly beloved.
Baby you feel so close to me, and I wish that you could see, 
not much has changed, it's still the same, 
I'm still waiting by our willow  tree.
And now the days turn to nights, I can't believe you aren't by my side,
as I sit here by the tides, baby I miss you.
And the summers come and gone, and I'm sitting here all alone,
with this pen in my hand I know, you have forgotten.
Baby you feel so close to me, and I wish that you could see, 
not much has changed,
it's still the same, I'm still waiting by our willow  tree.
Now I know that the time has passed, my friends told me that it wouldn't last,
so I put my pen down to rest, now it's all over.
So I say my goodbyes with this song, the empty city streets I roam, 
who would've known that this heart would be wronged, goodbye my darling.]]> 2017-05-11 19:13:36 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171351434 rodrigoagri35 https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171352356 2017-05-11 19:18:05 UTC https://padlet.com/rodrigoagri35/pmr4ta5az78g/wish/171352356