Category Poem

The Brain is wider than the Sky For put them side by side The one the other will contain With ease and You beside   The Brain is deeper than the sea For hold them Blue to Blue The one…

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel– A Resonance of Emerald– A Rush of Cochineal– And every Blossom on the Bush Adjusts its tumbled Head– The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy Morning’s Ride–

My life had stood–a Loaded Gun– In Corners–till a Day The Owner passed–identified– And carried Me away–   And now We roam in Sovereign Woods– And now We hunt the Doe– And every time I speak for Him– The Mountains…

The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain- And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;   And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.

Arcturus is his other name I’d rather call him ‘Star.’ It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!   I slew a worm the other day A ‘Savant’ passing by Murmured ‘Resurgam’ ’Centipede’! ‘Oh Lord how frail are we’!…

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers – Untouched by Morning – and untouched by noon – Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection, Rafter of Satin and Roof of Stone –   Grand go the Years, In the Crescent above them…

It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down – It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon.   It was not Frost, for on my Flesh I felt…

How many times these low feet staggered – Only the soldered mouth can tell – Try – can you stir the awful rivet – Try – can you lift the hasps of steel!   Stroke the cool forehead – hot…

It sifts from Leaden Sieves – It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road –   It makes an even Face Of Mountain, and of Plain – Unbroken Forehead from the East Unto…

The Poets light but Lamps — Themselves — go out — The Wicks they stimulate If vital Light   Inhere as do the Suns — Each Age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference —