Category Poets

The largest Fire ever known Occurs each Afternoon — Discovered is without surprise Proceeds without concern — Consumes and no report to men An Occidental Town, Rebuilt another morning To be again burned down.

The joy that has no stem no core,Nor seed that we can sow,Is edible to longing.But ablative to show. By fundamental palatesThose products are preferredImpregnable to transitAnd patented by pod.

The Jay his Castanet has struck Put on your muff for Winter The Tippet that ignores his voice Is impudent to nature Of Swarthy Days he is the close His Lotus is a chestnut The Cricket drops a sable line…

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul — It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole — In which the soul at first estranged — Seeks faintly for its shore But acclimated — pines no more For…

The Infinite a sudden Guest Has been assumed to be — But how can that stupendous come Which never went away?

The incidents of love Are more than its Events — Investment’s best Expositor Is the minute Per Cents —

The immortality she gave We borrowed at her Grave — For just one Plaudit famishing, The Might of Human love —

The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.

The Hills erect their Purple Heads The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind — The Mind is a single State — The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent — One — is the Population — Numerous enough — This ecstatic Nation Seek…