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Many a phrase has the English language— I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricket, Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue— Murmuring, like old Caspian Choirs, When the Tide’s a’ lull— Saying itself in new infection— Like…
Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly As when her little mortal nest With cunning care she wove— If either of her “sparrows fall,” She “notices,” above.
Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”! Draw me a Robin—on a stem— So I am hearing him, I’ll dream, And…
Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums. I check my busy pencil, My figures file away. Wherefore, my baffled fingers They perplexity?
“I am no longer in love with her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” ― Pablo Neruda
“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.” ― Novalis
Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we— Taking turns—at the Chimborazo— Ducal—at last—stand up by thee— Love—thou are deep— I cannot cross thee— But, were there Two Instead of One— Rower, and…
Love—is that later Thing than Death— More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand the sting The Second—to its friend— Disarms the little interval— Deposits Him with God— Then hovers—an inferior Guard— Lest…
Love—is anterior to Life—Posterior—to Death—Initial of Creation, andThe Exponent of Earth—
Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—