Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth—
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‘Twas Crisis—All the length had passed—
There is in Fever or Event—And now the Chance had come—The instant holding in its clawThe privilege to liveOr warrant to report the SoulThe other side the Grave.The Muscles grappled as with leadsThat would not let the Will—The Spirit shook the Adamant—But could not make it feel.The Second poised—debated—shot—Another had begun—And simultaneously, a SoulEscaped the…
STEP lightly on this narrow spot!
Is not so ample as the breastThese emerald seams enclose.Step lofty; for this name is toldAs far as cannon dwell,Or flag subsist, or fame exportHer deathless syllable.
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And grateful that a thingSo terrible—had been endured—I told my Soul to sing—She said her Strings were snapt—Her Bow—to Atoms blown—And so to mend her—gave me workUntil another Morn—And then—a Day as hugeAs Yesterdays in pairs,Unrolled its horror in my face—Until it blocked my eyes—My Brain—begun to laugh—I mumbled—like a fool—And tho’ ’tis Years ago—that…
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Within this inner room!It wears a sprig upon its breast—And will not tell its name.Some touch it, and some kiss it—Some chafe its idle hand—It has a simple gravityI do not understand!I would not weep if I were they—How rude in one to sob!Might scare the quiet fairyBack to her native wood!While simple-hearted neighborsChat of…
A Wind that rose
In any Forest stirredBut with itself did cold engageBeyond the Realm of Bird –A Wind that woke a lone DelightLike Separation’s SwellRestored in Arctic ConfidenceTo the Invisible –
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Upon the hill—that lies—I saw the sun—his plunder doneCrouch low to guard his prize.He stood as nearAs stood you here—A pace had been between—Did but a snake bisect the brakeMy life had forfeit been.That was a wondrous booty—I hope ’twas honest gained.Those were the fairest ingotsThat ever kissed the spade!Whether to keep the secret—Whether to…
Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth—
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With thee in the thirst—With thee in the Tamarind wood—Leopard breathes—at last!
Delight becomes pictorial
More fair, because impossibleThat any gain.The mountaln at a given distanceIn amber lies;Approached, the amber flits a little,–And that’s the skies!
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The parting with the restFeels easy, as when Day lets goEntirely the WestThe Peaks, that lingered lastRemain in Her regretAs scarcely as the IodineUpon the Cataract.
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Is metre—nay—’tis melody—And spiciest at fading—indicate—A Habit—of a Laureate—
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The loss of an Estate—Because Estates can beReplenished—faith cannot—Inherited with Life—Belief—but once—can be—Annihilate a single clause—And Being’s—Beggary—
Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Too bright for our infirm delightThe truth’s superb surprise;As lightning to the children easedWith explanation kind,The truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind.