Category Poem

Doom is the House without the Door— ‘Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away, Because Escape—is done—   ‘Tis varied by the Dream Of what they do outside— Where Squirrels play—and Berries die— And Hemlocks—bow—to God—

Don’t put up my Thread and Needle— I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—   These were bent—my sight got crooked— When my mind—is plain I’ll do seams—a Queen’s endeavor Would not blush to own—…

Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live   As I, who testify it Deny that I—am dead— And fill my Lungs, for Witness— From Tanks—above my Head—   I say…

Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s Mouth— Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block your breath— And deem to be alone   In such a place, what horror, How Goblin it would be— And fly, as…

Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!   Were Himself—such a Dunce— What would we—do? Love the dull lad—best— Oh, wouldn’t you?

Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?   Did the “Paradise”—persuaded— Yield her moat of pearl— Would the Eden be an Eden, Or the Earl—an Earl?

Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—   Except as stimulants—in Cases of Despair— Or Stupor—The Reserve— These Heavenly Moments are—   A Grant of the Divine— That…