Bitter

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast

In a field I looked into going past,

And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,

But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it—it is theirs.

All animals are smothered in their lairs.

I am too absent—spirited to count;

The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is that loneliness

Will be more lonely ere it will be less—

A blanker whiteness of benighted snow

With no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces

Between stars—on stars where no human race is.

I have it in me so much nearer home

To scare myself with my own desert places.

- Robert Frost-

There is no Frigate like a Book

To take us Lands away

Nor any Coursers like a Page

Of prancing Poetry-

This Traverse may the poorest take

Without opress of Toll-

How frugal is the Chariot

That bears the Human soul.

- Emily Dickenson-

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at

noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the

sea.

You love me, & I find you

still

A spirit beautiful & bright?

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in

light.

Oh plunge me deep in

love-put out

My senses, leave me deaf

&blind

Swept by the tempest of

your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

For taking away my right of passage.

Now that the last few months of senior year are coming to an end,

and people are coming clean

about just how much

they hate each other?

I guess the students of OP are made of more colors than just blue and gold.