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I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so— How odd the Girl’s life looks Behind this soft Eclipse— I think that Earth feels so To folks in Heaven—now— This being comfort—then That other kind—was…
I’ll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hill untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have…
I’ll send the feather from my Hat! Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child— Confronting eyes long—comforted— Blisters the Adamant!
I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touch— Could take it— Diamonds—Wait— I’m diving—just a little late— But stars—go slow—for night— I’ll string you—in fine Necklace— Tiaras—make—of some— Wear you on Hem— Loop up a Countess—with you— Make—a Diadem—and mend…
I Years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never saw before Stare solid into mine And ask my Business there— “My Business but a Life I left Was such…
I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on— And wonder how the fingers feel Whose rare—celestial—stir— Evokes so sweet a Torment— Such sumptuous—Despair— I would not talk, like Cornets— I’d rather be the…
I would distill a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Foot— That Travellers—had thrown— Who went to thank Her— But She Slept— ‘Twas Short—to cross the Sea— To look upon Her like—alive—…
I went to heaven, — ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew. People like the moth, Of mechlin, frames, Duties of…
I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privilege—for Rest— And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger— The Lady in the Town Doth think no incivility To lift her Glass—upon— But never Stranger…