Category Poets

We never know we go when we are going – We jest and shut the Door – Fate – following – behind us bolts it – And we accost no more –

We send the Wave to find the Wave – An Errand so divine, The Messenger enamored too, Forgetting to return, We make the wise distinction still, Soever made in vain, The sagest time to dam the sea is when the…

We shall find the Cube — of the Rainbow – Of that – there is no doubt – But the Arc — of a Lover’s conjecture Eludes the finding out –

We shun because we prize her Face Lest sight’s ineffable disgrace Our Adoration stain

We shun it ere it comes, Afraid of Joy, Then sue it to delay And lest it fly, Beguile it more and more, May not this be Old Suitor Heaven, Like our dismay at thee?

We talked with each other about each other Though neither of us spoke – We were listening to the Second’s Races And the Hoofs of the Clock – Pausing in Front of our Palsied Faces Time compassion took – Arks…

We wear our sober Dresses when we die, But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday Adjourns her Sigh –

Were it but Me that gained the Hight – Were it but They, that failed! How many things the Dying play – Might they but live, they would!

Were it to be the last How infinite would be What we did not suspect was marked Our final interview.

Were nature mortal lady Who had so little time To pack her trunk and order The great exchange of clime – How rapid, how momentous – What exigencies were – But nature will be ready And have an hour to…