O flag of the nation! O Red,White and Blue!O symbol of liberty,waving anew!All through our lives may we reverence thee,The nation’s bright ensign for liberty! Dear flag,thou art sacred in peace and in war,Where many have died for the stripe…
As rooms are separated by a curtain,So are our lives; yes, like those rooms; the firstOne is our present life; the second isOur life to come,—our better life in Heaven;The separating curtain,—it is death.
When looking at that picture, all the pastLife of the sweet one cometh back to me;And with emotion deep, I think when lastI saw her, in this world of vanity.
should this fool die let someone fondof living lay in his left hand a flower whose glory by nomind ever was taught how to grow
thing no is(ofall things which arewho)so alivequite as one star kneeling whom to(which disappearwill in a now)i say my here
should far this from mankind’s unmysteriesall nothing knowing particle who’s i look up,into not something called the sky but(wild with midnight’s millionary is)a seething fearfully infinitudeof gladly glorying immortalities; illimitable each transcending proud most mind’s diminutive how deathly guess
all stars are(and not one star only)love —but if a day climbs from the mountain ofmyself,each bird alive will sing for joy in some no longer darkness who am i
for him alone life’s worse than worstis better than a mere world’s bestwhose any twilight is his lastand every sunrise is his first
does something lie who’d rather stand;but if which tries to try to,theuniverse opens like a wound:spreadeagling on this bowerydump’s filthy floor a former e.g. gentleman?—not my hands pryfiercely that stinker from his pee(because the poor sonofabitch is i) do blood…
like a little bear twilightclimbs clumsily and beautifully theladder of the sky(a whipped and very little bear who goes through histricks awkwardly and rapidly atsome fair,fearful of the cracking whip)andrungs ofcloud bend one by one under the hustling hairy…
