When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
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‘Tomorrow’ – whose location
Though its hallucinationIs last that leaves –Tomorrow – thou RetrieverOf every tare –Of Alibi art thouOr ownest where?
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Our mortal ConsequenceLike the remembering it be noughtA Period from henceBut Contemplation forContemporaneous NoughtOur Single CompetitionJehovah’s Estimate.
838
Exhilarates the ManWho tastes it; PossibilityIs flavorless—CombineA Chance’s faintest TinctureAnd in the former DramEnchantment makes ingredientAs certainly as Doom—
904
Appealing to Myself,In moment of prosperity—Inadequate—were Life—‘Thou hast not Me, nor Me’—it said,In Moment of Reverse—‘And yet Thou art industrious—No need—hadst Thou—of us’?My need—was all I had—I said—The need did not reduce—Because the food—exterminate—The hunger—does not cease—But diligence—is sharper—Proportioned to the Chance—To feed upon the Retrograde—Enfeebles—the Advance—
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I love thee—then How well is that?As well as Jesus?Prove it meThat He—loved Men—As I—love thee—
The grave my little cottage is,
I make my parlor orderlyAnd lay the marble tea.For two divided, briefly,A cycle, it may be,Till everlasting life uniteIn strong society.
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
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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.
614
There breathed a Man—Outside—the spades—were plying—The Lungs—within—Could He—know—they sought Him—Could They—know—He breathed—Horrid Sand Partition—Neither—could be heard—Never slacked the Diggers—But when Spades had done—Oh, Reward of Anguish,It was dying—Then—Many Things—are fruitless—‘Tis a Baffling Earth—But there is no GratitudeLike the Grace—of Death—
Between My Country—and the Others—
But Flowers—negotiate between us—As Ministry.
819
Do it not displayLarger for the Totalness—‘Tis EconomyTo bestow a WorldAnd withhold a Star—Utmost, is Munificence—Less, tho’ larger, poor.
Come slowly,
Lips unused to thee.Bashful, sip thy jasmines,As the fainting bee,Reaching late his flower,Round her chamber hums,Counts his nectars -alights,And is lost in balms!
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I recollect it well!Amid no bells nor bravoesThe bystanders will tell!Cheerful—as to the village—Tranquil—as to repose—Chastened—as to the ChapelThis humble Tourist rose!Did not talk of returning!Alluded to no timeWhen, were the gales propitious—We might look for him!Was grateful for the RosesIn life’s diverse bouquet—Talked softly of new speciesTo pick another day;Beguiling thus the wonderThe wondrous…
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When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Similar Posts
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As cool to speech—as stone—As numb to RevelationAs if my Trade were Bone—As far from time—as History—As near yourself—Today—As Children, to the Rainbow’s scarf—Or Sunset’s Yellow playTo eyelids in the Sepulchre—How dumb the Dancer lies—While Color’s Revelations break—And blaze—the Butterflies!
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But Sunset on the DawnReverses Nature—Master—So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.Eclipses be—predicted—And Science bows them in—But do one face us suddenly—Jehovah’s Watch—is wrong.
407
Criterion—be small—It is the Ultimate of Talk—The Impotence to Tell—
886
Then disappearedAs Birds before achievingA Latitude.Our Retrospection of ThemA fixed Delight,But our AnticipationA Dice—a Doubt—
An everywhere of silver,
To keep it from effacingThe track called land.
560
But large—serene—Burned on—until through Dissolution—It failed from Men—I could not deem these Planetary forcesAnnulled—But suffered an Exchange of Territory—Or World—