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Our own possessions — though our own — ‘Tis well to hoard anew — Remembering the Dimensions Of Possibility.
Our little secrets slink away — Beside God’s shall not tell — He kept his word a Trillion years And might we not as well — But for the niggardly delight To make each other stare Is there no sweet…
Opinion is a flitting thing, But Truth, outlasts the Sun — If then we cannot own them both — Possess the oldest one —
One thing of it we borrow And promise to return — The Booty and the Sorrow Its Sweetness to have known — One thing of it we covet — The power to forget — The Anguish of the Avarice Defrays…
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole — So drunk he disavows it With badinage divine — So dazzling we mistake him For an alighting Mine —…
One note from one Bird is better than a million words A scabbard has — holds but one sword
On the World you colored Morning painted rose — Idle his Vermillion Aimless crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards I the Day before Conquered with the Robin — Misery – how fair Till your wrinkled Finger Shoved the sun…
On that specific Pillow Our projects flit away — The Night’s tremendous Morrow And whether sleep will stay Or usher us — a stranger — To situations new The effort to comprise it Is all the soul can do.
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot — An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought — How red the Fire rocks below How insecure the sod Did I disclose Would populate with awe…
Oh, honey of an hour, I never knew thy power, Prohibit me Till my minutest dower, My unfrequented flower, Deserving be.