Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish — you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one’s name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
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Death, the only OneYou cannot find out all aboutIn his ‘native town.’Nobody know ‘his Father’—Never was a Boy—Hadn’t any playmates,Or ‘Early history’—Industrious! Laconic!Punctual! Sedate!Bold as a Brigand!Stiller than a Fleet!Builds, like a Bird, too!Christ robs the Nest—Robin after RobinSmuggled to Rest!
To flee from memory
Many would flyInured to slower thingsBirds with surpriseWould scan the cowering VanOf men escapingFrom the mind of man
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Between its Ponderous faceAnd Ours—a Kinsmanship express—And in its narrow Eyes—We come to look with gratitudeFor the appointed BeamIt deal us—stated as our food—And hungered for—the same—We learn to know the Planks—That answer to Our feet—So miserable a sound—at first—Nor ever now—so sweet—As plashing in the Pools—When Memory was a Boy—But a Demurer Circuit—A Geometric…
Heart, we will forget him,
You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.When you have done pray tell me,Then I, my thoughts, will dim.Haste! ‘lest while you’re laggingI may remember him!
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Had I Art—Impregnable my FortressUnto All Heart—But since Myself—assault Me—How have I peaceExcept by subjugatingConsciousness?And since We’re mutual MonarchHow this beExcept by Abdication—Me—of Me?
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That toddled down the bay!‘Twas such a gallant—gallant seaThat beckoned it away!‘Twas such a greedy, greedy waveThat licked it from the Coast—Nor ever guessed the stately sailsMy little craft was lost!