Life, and Death, and Giants
Life, and Death, and Giants Such as These are still Minor Apparatus Hopper of the Mill Beetle at the Candle Or a Fife’s Fame Maintain by Accident that they proclaim
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
Bereaved of all, I went abroad No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula The Grave preceded me Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself And when I sought my Bed The Grave it was
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
Drama’s Vitallest Expression is the Common Day That arise and set about Us Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation This the best enact When the Audience is scattered And the Boxes shut “Hamlet” to
At leisure is the Soul
At leisure is the Soul That gets a Staggering Blow The Width of Life before it spreads Without a thing to do It begs you give it Work But just the placing Pins Or
'Twas later when the summer went
‘Twas later when the summer went Than when the Cricket came And yet we knew that gentle Clock Meant nought but Going Home ‘Twas sooner when the Cricket went Than when the Winter came
The Symptom of the Gale
The Symptom of the Gale The Second of Dismay Between its Rumor and its Face Is almost Revelry The Houses firmer root The Heavens cannot be found The Upper Surfaces of things Take covert
My Soul accused me And I quailed
My Soul accused me And I quailed As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me and I smiled My Soul that Morning was My friend Her favor is the best Disdain Toward
Funny to be a Century
Funny to be a Century And see the People going by I should die of the Oddity But then I’m not so staid as He He keeps His Secrets safely very Were He to
Papa above!
Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom A “Mansion” for the Rat! Snug in seraphic Cupboards To nibble all the day While unsuspecting Cycles Wheel solemnly away!
All these my banners be
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May It rises train by train Then sleeps in state again My chancel all the plain Today. To lose if one can find again
They shut me up in Prose
They shut me up in Prose As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet Because they liked me “still” Still! Could themself have peeped And seen my Brain go round They
The ones that disappeared are back
The ones that disappeared are back The Phoebe and the Crow Precisely as in March is heard The curtness of the Jay Be this an Autumn or a Spring My wisdom loses way One
Deprived of other Banquet
Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself At first a scant nutrition An insufficient Loaf But grown by slender addings To so esteemed a size ‘Tis sumptuous enough for me And almost to suffice
Departed to the Judgment
Departed to the Judgment A Mighty Afternoon Great Clouds like Ushers learning Creation looking on The Flesh Surrendered Cancelled The Bodiless begun Two Worlds like Audiences disperse And leave the Soul alone
My Reward for Being, was This
My Reward for Being, was This. My premium My Bliss An Admiralty, less A Sceptre penniless And Realms just Dross When Thrones accost my Hands With “Me, Miss, Me” I’ll unroll Thee Dominions dowerless