Dropped into the Ether Acre
Dropped into the Ether Acre Wearing the Sod Gown Bonnet of Everlasting Laces Brooch frozen on Horses of Blonde and Coach of Silver Baggage a strapped Pearl Journey of Down and Whip of Diamond
When Night is almost done
When Night is almost done And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces It’s time to smooth the Hair And get the Dimples ready And wonder we could care For that
I found the words to every thought
I found the words to every thought I ever had but One And that defies me As a Hand did try to chalk the Sun To Races nurtured in the Dark How would your
Knows how to forget!
Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how Dull Hearts have died In the Acquisition Sacrificed for Science Is common, though, now I went
A little Road not made of Man
A little Road not made of Man Enabled of the Eye Accessible to Thill of Bee Or Cart of Butterfly If Town it have beyond itself ‘Tis that I cannot say I only know
The Sun went down no Man looked on
The Sun went down no Man looked on The Earth and I, alone, Were present at the Majesty He triumphed, and went on The Sun went up no Man looked on The Earth and
Ample make this Bed
Ample make this Bed Make this Bed with Awe In it wait till Judgment break Excellent and Fair. Be its Mattress straight Be its Pillow round Let no Sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this Ground
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face Frigid and fleet my Feet Alien and vain whatever Clime Acrid whatever Fate. Given to me without the Suit Riches and Name and Realm Who was She to
March is the Month of Expectation
March is the Month of Expectation. The things we do not know The Persons of prognostication Are coming now We try to show becoming firmness But pompous Joy Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
The Way to know the Bobolink
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him Obliged to be inferred. Of impudent Habiliment Attired to defy, Impertinence subordinate At times to Majesty. Of Sentiments
Lift it with the Feathers
Lift it with the Feathers Not alone we fly Launch it the aquatic Not the only sea Advocate the Azure To the lower Eyes He has obligation Who has Paradise
Love is that later Thing than Death
Love is that later Thing than Death More previous than Life Confirms it at its entrance And Usurps it of itself Tastes Death the first to hand the sting The Second to its friend
Somewhat, to hope for
Somewhat, to hope for, Be it ne’er so far Is Capital against Despair Somewhat, to suffer, Be it ne’er so keen If terminable, may be borne.
Bloom upon the Mountain stated
Bloom upon the Mountain stated Blameless of a Name Efflorescence of a Sunset Reproduced the same Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing Should endow the Day Not a Topic of a Twilight Show itself
Of Death I try to think like this
Of Death I try to think like this The Well in which they lay us Is but the Likeness of the Brook That menaced not to slay us, But to invite by that Dismay