Witter Bynner

“Name me no names for my disease,
With uninforming breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known,
For brooks that I had crossed,
...Before I met this flesh and bone
And followed and was lost… .And though they break my heart at last,
Yet name no name of ills.
Say only, "Here is where he passed,
Seeking again those hills.”
― Witter Bynner, Grenstone Poems: A Sequence

“She never moved in pieces
like a mosaic
She moved whole like a sculpture

But it was next to impossible
With her limited means
even if she had started

And besides
They were watching”
― Witter Bynner, New Poems 1960