If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it.
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A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—