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This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are betrayed… Here is no treasure hid, No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain…
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again— Read from the back-page of a paper, say, Held by a neighbor in a subway train, How at the corner of this avenue…
Not in this chamber only at my birth— When the long hours of that mysterious night Were over, and the morning was in sight—I cried, but in strange places, steppe and firthI have not seen, through alien grief and mirth;…
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slowRising of the round moon, all throats that singThe summer through, and each departing wing, And…
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide;The old snows melt…
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no, Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair Than small white single poppies,—I can bearThy beauty; though I bend before thee, thoughFrom left to right, not knowing where to go, I turn my troubled eyes,…
Not the dividing, the estranging, thing For;Nor, in a world so small, the insulationOf dream from dream—where dreams are links in the chainOf a common hope; that man may yet regainHis dignity on earth—where before allEyes: small eyes of elephant…
Sometimes, oh, often, indeed, in the midst of ugly adversity, beautifulMemories return.You awake in wonder, you awake at half-past four,Wondering what wonder is in store.You reach for your clothes in the dark and pull them on, youhave no timeEven to…
Intense and terrible, I think, must be the loneliness Of infants—look at allThe Teddy-bears clasped in slumber in slatted cribs Painted pale-blue or pink.And all the Easter Bunnies, dirty and disreputable, that deface The white pillow and the sterile, immaculate,…
Peaceful and slow, peaceful and slow,Skillful and deft, in my own rhythm,Happy about the house I go—For the men are in town, and their noise gone with ’em. Well I remember, long ago,How still, in my girlish room, the night…