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506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
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....
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—