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He flung a menace at the earth,A menace at the sky.The leaves unhooked themselves from treesAnd started all abroad;The dust did scoop itself like handsAnd throw away the road.The wagons quickened on the streets,The thunder hurried slow;The lightning showed a yellow beak,And then a livid claw.The birds put up the bars to nests,The cattle fled…

Go above your Nerve—He can lean against the Grave,If he fear to swerve—That’s a steady posture—Never any bendHeld of those Brass arms—Best Giant made—If your Soul seesaw—Lift the Flesh door—The Poltroon wants Oxygen—Nothing more—

That were the Mind dissolved—The Site—of it—by ArchitectCould not again be proved—‘Tis vast—as our Capacity—As fair—as our idea—To Him of adequate desireNo further ’tis, than Here—

A Presence — for an Expectation —Not now —The putting out of Eyes —Just Sunrise —Lest Day —Day’s Great Progenitor —OutvieRenunciation — is the ChoosingAgainst itself —Itself to justifyUnto itself —When larger function —Make that appear —Smaller — that Covered Vision — Here —

I, trembling, drew the table nearAnd touched the curious wine.‘T was this on tables I had seenWhen turning, hungry, lone,I looked in windows, for the wealthI could not hope to own.I did not know the ample bread,‘T was so unlike the crumbThe birds and I had often sharedIn Nature’s dining-room.The plenty hurt me, ‘t was…

Are full of Morning Glory—And at my finger’s end—The Carmine—tingles warm—And if I hold a GlassAcross my Mouth—it blurs it—Physician’s—proof of Breath—I am alive—becauseI am not in a Room—The Parlor—Commonly—it is—So Visitors may come—And lean—and view it sidewise—And add ‘How cold—it grew’—And ‘Was it conscious—when it steppedIn Immortality? ‘I am alive—becauseI do not own a…