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It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority— It’s easy to efface it— The thrifty Deity Could scarce afford Eternity To Spontaneity— The Perished Patterns murmur— But His Perturbless Plan Proceed—inserting Here—a…
It’s coming—the postponeless Creature— It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door— Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings— Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”? Simple Salute—and certain Recognition— Bold—were it Enemy—Brief—were it friend— Dresses each House in Crape, and…
It’s All I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, — Some one the sum could tell, —…
It would never be Common—more—I said— Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done— Or—if it sometime—showed—as ’twill— Upon the Downiest—Morn— Such bliss—had I—for all the years— ‘Twould give an Easier—pain— I’d so much joy—I told it—Red—…
It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity Upon me—like a Claw— I could no more remove Than I could coax a Leech away— Or make…
It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls— Will tint the pallid landscape— As ’twere a bright Bouquet— Thro’ drifted deep, in Parian— The Village lies—today— The Lilacs—bending many a year— Will sway with purple…
It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side— How excellent the Heaven— When Earth—cannot be had— How hospitable—then—the face Of our Old Neighbor—God—
It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you know— When we are new—and small. I kept it in my Hand— I never put it down— I did not dare…
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul. Entombed by whom, for what offence If Home or Foreign born— Had I the curiosity ‘Twere not…
It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held— The Heavens weighed the most—by far— Yet Blue—and solid—stood— Without a Bolt—that I could prove— Would Giants—understand? Life set…