Category Poets

There are two Mays And then a Must And after that a Shall. How infinite the compromise That indicates I will!

Themself are all I have — Myself a freckled — be — I thought you’d choose a Velvet Cheek Or one of Ivory — Would you — instead of Me?

Their dappled importunity Disparage or dismiss — The Obloquies of Etiquette Are obsolete to Bliss —

Their Barricade against the Sky The martial Trees withdraw And with a Flag at every turn Their Armies are no more. What Russet Halts in Nature’s March They indicate or cause An inference of Mexico Effaces the Surmise — Recurrent…

The worthlessness of Earthly things The Ditty is that Nature Sings — And then — enforces their delight Till Synods are inordinate —

The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done — In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful —

The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south — Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth Did make as to devour While everything to corners…

The wind drew off Like hungry dogs Defeated of a bone — Through fissures in Volcanic cloud The yellow lightning shone — The trees held up Their mangled limbs Like animals in pain — When Nature falls upon herself Beware…

The Well upon the Brook Were foolish to depend — Let Brooks — renew of Brooks — But Wells — of failless Ground!