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This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone Is traversing the interval Experience between And most profound experiment Appointed unto Men— How adequate unto itself Its properties…
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must follow too. If we demur, its gaping sides Disclose as ’twere a Tomb Ourself am lying straight wherein The Favorite…
This Bauble was preferred of Bees— By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird— Did Noon—enamel—in Herself Was Summer to a Score Who only knew of Universe— It had created Her.
They won’t frown always—some sweet Day When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I looked And how I just said “Please.” Then They will hasten to the Door To call the little Girl Who cannot thank Them for…
They shut me up in Prose — As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet — Because they liked me “still” — Still! Could themself have peeped — And seen my Brain — go round — They…
They say that “Time assuages”— Time never did assuage— An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age— Time is a Test of Trouble— But not a Remedy— If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady—
They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”— They took away our Eyes— They thwarted Us with Guns— “I see Thee” each responded straight Through Telegraphic Signs— With Dungeons—They devised— But…
They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men— And whom he foundeth, with his Arm As Himmaleh, shall stand— Gibraltar’s Everlasting Shoe Poised lightly…
“They have not chosen me,” he said, “But I have chosen them!” Brave—Broken hearted statement— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it, But since Jesus dared— Sovereign! Know a Daisy They dishonor shared!
They have a little Odor—that to me Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—