Category Poets

I do not care – why should I care And yet I fear I’m caring To rock a fretting truth to sleep – Is short security The terror it will wake persistent as perdition Is harder than to face the…

I did not reach Thee But my feet slip nearer every day Three Rivers and a Hill to cross One Desert and a Sea I shall not count the journey one When I am telling thee Two deserts, but the…

Snowflakes. I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town – And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down – And then they grew so jolly I did resign the prig – And ten of…

I cannot want it more – I cannot want it less – My Human Nature’s fullest force Expends itself on this. And yet it nothing is To him who easy owns – Is Worth itself or Distance – He fathoms…

I cannot see my soul, but know ’tis there – Nor ever saw his house, ——–nor furniture – Who has invited me ——–with him to dwell; But a confiding guest, consult as well, What raiment honor him the most, That…

I cannot meet the Spring – unmoved – I feel the old desire – A Hurry with a lingering, mixed, A Warrant to be fair – A Competition in my sense With something hid in Her – And as she…

I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon –

I am afraid to own a Body – I am afraid to own a Soul – Profound – precarious Property – Possession, not optional – Double Estate – entailed at pleasure Upon an unsuspecting Heir – Duke in a moment…

How still the Bells in Steeples stand Till swollen with the Sky They leap upon their silver Feet In frantic Melody!

How soft this Prison is How sweet these sullen bars No Despot but the King of Down Invented this repose Of Fate if this is All Has he no added Realm A Dungeon but a Kinsman is Incarceration – Home.