Abraham to kill him

The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me.And frigates in the upper floorExtended hempen hands,Presuming me to be a mouseAground, upon the sands.But no man moved me till the tideWent past my simple shoe,And past my apron and my belt,And past my bodice too,And made as he would eat me upAs wholly as…

But Bread is that Diviner thingDisclosed to be denied

When they take the knife!Underneath their fine incisionsStirs the Culprit—Life!

Where is the Bee—Where is the Blush—Where is the Hay?Ah, said July—Where is the Seed—Where is the Bud—Where is the May—Answer Thee—Me—Nay—said the May—Show me the Snow—Show me the Bells—Show me the Jay!Quibbled the Jay—Where be the Maize—Where be the Haze—Where be the Bur?Here—said the Year—

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…

Then I will, when on the Everlasting HillA Smaller Purple grows—At sunset, or a lesser glowFlickers upon Cordillera—At Day’s superior close!