I’ll let you know.
ring the bell, I’ll be napping
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lads and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
Inchoate notions of mine, but long dappled grass does something powerful to me. I suppose we had lots of long dappled grass up north in the days of my youth. I must have waded through some of it, mostly wet, to do my courting or just to avoid being spotted by the PE teacher who thought I was doing a cross-country run. I’d love to spend my last day on the planet walking in long dappled grass, preferably dry this time, taking a glass or three of Talisker and thinking of loves lost, or never won, as I fail to rage against the dying of the light. Even us happily-married types are allowed to have one or two of those. My wife is not a chiffer and you lot had better keep schtum!
The Talisker alone would do me in, hack! cough! yuck! Luckily my wife’s apparent addiction to that bilge water doesn’t seem to affect the taste of her perfectly shaped lips. BTW that long dappled grass is likely a non-native invasive. Rogue it out I say.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Believe me if all those
Endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow
And fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away
Though would’st still be adored
As this moment thou art
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin
Each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself
Verdantly still.
It is not while beauty
And youth are thine own
And thy cheeks
Unprofaned by a tear
That the ferver and faith
Of a soul can be known
To which time will but
Make thee more dear
No the heart that has truly loved
Never forgets
But as truly loves
On to the close
As the sunflower turns
On her god when he sets
The same look which
She’d turned when he rose.
I can’t believe no one has gone a bit more Wilde with this one 
A Kiss with Tears
Could I assuage each of your fears
I’d never know a kiss with tears
At once so bitter, salt and sweet
Without it, love seems incomplete.
A bitter kiss may taste sweet too,
But salt adds something to the brew.
This dark regret shows up the more
What happiness there was before;
And sadness indicates that this
Past otherwise was joy and bliss.
However fiercely burns the heart
The best of lovers someday part
So as this hour of parting nears
Give me another kiss with tears.
Fragment
She’s married now, so that door’s closed
Or, maybe, only, not so open.
Don’t say a thing, it’s in your eye:
Admit it, now, that you were hopin’.
A Blessing for Wedding
by Jane Hirshfield
Today when persimmons ripen
Today when fox-kits come out of their den into snow
Today when the spotted egg releases its wren song
Today when the maple sets down its red leaves
Today when windows keep their promise to open
Today when fire keeps its promise to warm
Today when someone you love has died
or someone you never met has died
Today when someone you love has been born
or someone you will not meet has been born
Today when rain leaps to the waiting of roots in their dryness
Today when starlight bends to the roofs of the hungry and tired
Today when someone sits long inside his last sorrow
Today when someone steps into the heat of her first embrace
Today, let this light bless you
With these friends let it bless you
With snow-scent and lavender bless you
Let the vow of this day keep itself wildly and wholly
Spoken and silent, surprise you inside your ears
Sleeping and waking, unfold itself inside your eyes
Let its fierceness and tenderness hold you
Let its vastness be undisguised in all your days
I woke and found
the frost had left it’s tracery
on the window
as you had upon my heart.
Bob
I’m not quite sure how frost fits in with love and passion. 
No, say not that this window’s frost might tell no tale
Of you and me, of the slow silent enormous wheeling weight
Of turning and turning heaven
That turns time and change, that turns the then and the now,
That turns the heralding of burning-hot supernovae
Gone to burning-cold absolute zero.
Some turning has gone to stillness.
My tale of you is a net of ice upon my days,
Someone else’s charm of delicacy and patterns.
Where once was joyous licking flame and hunger,
Where once were sashes flung wide, are now shut and see-through panes
Monochromed and grist for the rumor mill.
O lucky window:
The traces on you will fade from sight, and in that is their beauty;
The traces on me shall not pass while my breath moves.
[Nano 2010]
der ya go, eh!
ya work with what ya got
Minnesota isn’t much fer on shore breeze
I’ll be here all week. Try the veal.
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249)
by 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 moor – Tonight –
In thee!