Elate—a Bee—
Thou’rt neither—
Neither—thy capacity—
But, Blossom, were I,
I would rather be
Thy moment
Than a Bee’s Eternity—
Content of fading
Is enough for me—
Fade I unto Divinity—
And Dying—Lifetime—
Ample as the Eye—
Her least attention raise on me—
I’d rather call him ‘Star.’It’s very mean of ScienceTo go and interfere!I slew a worm the other day—A ‘Savant’ passing byMurmured ‘Resurgam’—’Centipede’!‘Oh Lord—how frail are we’!I pull a flower from the woods—A monster with a glassComputes the stamens in a breath—And has her in a ‘class’!Whereas I took the ButterflyAforetime in my hat—He sits erect…
Posterior—to Death—Initial of Creation, andThe Exponent of Earth—
Affection doesn’t knowHow many leagues of nowhereLie between them now.Yesterday, undistinguished!Eminent TodayFor our mutual hone, Immortality!
When Act and Will are doneBut what Our Lord infers We wouldHad We diviner been—
Toward which the forces creepPast which forces retrogradeIf it come in sleepTo suspend the BreathIs the most we canIgnorant is it Life or DeathNicely balancing.Let an instant pushOr an Atom pressOr a Circle hesitateIn CircumferenceIt—may jolt the HandThat adjusts the HairThat secures EternityFrom presenting—Here—
Tis true the drought is destituteBut, then, I had the dew!The Caspian has its realms of sand,Its other realm of sea.Without this sterile perquisiteNo Caspian could be.
