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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653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—