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It Bids Pretty Fair

The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don’t mind a little thing like the actors fighting. The only I worry about is the sun. We’ll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting.

A Cliff Dwelling

There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the horizon rim, Some halfway up the limestone wall, That spot of black is not a stain Or shadow, but a…

A Wish To Comply

Did I see it go by, That Millikan mote? Well, I said that I did. I made a good try. But I’m no one to quote. If I have a defect It’s a wish to comply And see as I’m…

On Being Idolized

The wave sucks back and with the last of water It wraps a wisp of seaweed round my legs, And with the swift rush of its sandy dregs So undermines my barefoot stand I totter, And did I not take…

A Rogers Group

How young and unassumingThey waited in the street,With babies in their armsAnd baggage at their feet. A trolley car they hailedWent by with clanging gongBefore they guessed the cornerThey waited on was wrong. And no one told them soBy way…

Two Leading Lights

I never happened to contrast, The two ill the celestIal cast, Whose prominence has been so vast. The Sun IS satIsfied with days He never has in any phase That I have heard of shone at nIght. And yet he…

Skeptic

Far star that tickles for me my sensitive plate And fries a couple of ebon atoms white, I don’t believe I believe a thing you state. I put no faith in the seeming facts of light. I don’t believe I…

Astrometaphysical

Lord, I have loved your sky, Be it said against or for me, Have loved it clear and high, Or low and stormy; Till I have reeled and stumbled From looking up too much, And fallen and been humbled To wear…

The Middleness of the Road

The road at the top of the rise Seems to come to an end And take off into the skies. So at the distant bend It seems to go into a wood, The place of standing still As long the trees…

Iota Subscript

Seek not in me the big I capital, Nor yet the little dotted in me seek. If I have in me any I at all, “Tis the iota subscript of the Greek. So small am I as an attention beggar.…