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I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pencil Solve our April Day! Sweeter than a vanished frolic From a vanished green! Swifter than the hoofs of Horsemen Round a Ledge…
I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet— And I tip—drunken— Let no Pebble—smile— ‘Twas the New Liquor— That was all! Power is only Pain— Stranded,…
I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well— The one that no one else would miss It shone so very small— I’m pleading at the…
I bring an unaccustomed wineTo lips long parchingNext to mine,And summon them to drink; Crackling with fever, they Essay,I turn my brimming eyes away,And come next hour to look. The hands still hug the tardy glass—The lips I would have…
I breathed enough to take the Trick— And now, removed from Air— I simulate the Breath, so well— That One, to be quite sure— The Lungs are stirless—must descend Among the Cunning Cells— And touch the Pantomine—Himself, How numb, the…
I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered— Brazil? He twirled a Button— Without a glance my way— “But—Madam—is there nothing else— That We can show—Today?”
I am ashamed—I hide— What right have I—to be a Bride— So late a Dowerless Girl— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face— No one to teach me that new Grace— Nor introduce—my Soul— Me to adorn—How—tell— Trinket—to make Me beautiful—…
How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder By the Wizard Sun— How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet Till the Ball is full— Have I the lip of…
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye— Members of the Invisible, Existing, while we stare, In Leagueless Opportunity, O’ertakenless, as the Air— Why didn’t we detain…