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This book, when I am dead, will beA little faint perfume of me.People who knew me well will say,“She really used to think that way.”I do not write it to surviveMy mortal self, but, being aliveAnd full of curious thoughts…
Beautiful Parsi woman in your pale silk veilWith the gold border, why do you watch the sky?The sky is thick and cloudy with the bold strong wingsOf the vulture, that shall tear your breast and thigh,On the tall Tower of…
If it should rain—(the sneezy moonSaid: Rain)—then I shall hear it soonFrom shingles into gutters fall…And know, of what concerns me, all: The garden will be wet till noon—I I may not walk—my temper leansTo myths and legends—through the beansTill…
Some things are dark—or think they are.But, in comparison to me,All things are light enough to seeIn any place, at any hour. For I am Nightmare: where I fly,Terror and rain stand in the skySo thick, you could not tell…
Establishment is shocked. Stir no adventure Upon this splitted granite.I will no longer conniveAt my own destruction:—I will not again climb, Breaking my finger nails, out of reach of the reaching wave,To saveWhat I hope will still be meWhen I…
I have instructed youWhat way I go;to follow meThe road is hard, and stony,—as I know;Uphill it climbs, and from the crushing heatNo shelter will be foundSave in my shadow: wherefore follow me; the footprints of my feetWill be distinct…
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:Penelope did this too.And more than once: you can’t keep weaving all dayAnd undoing it all through the night;Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck…
Importuned through the mails, accosted over the telephone,overtaken by running footsteps, caught by the sleeve, theservant of strangers,While amidst the haste and confusion lover and friend quietlystep into the unreachable past,I throw bright time to chickens in an untidy yard.…
Black hair you’d say she had, or ratherBlack crest, black nape and black lore-featherAbove the eye; eye black, and ringAbout it white, white breast and wing;Soft bill; (no predatory thing—Three claws in front and one in backBut sparrow-fingered, for attackUnfitted)—yet…
The apple-trees bud, but I do not.Who forgotApril?Happiness, happiness, which once I held in my hand,Does it persist?Does it exist,Perhaps, in some foreign land? Did it expandSomewhere into something that would twist my wrist?Does it exist,Sweeter than I could bear,Anywhere?…