The Winters are so short - I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away - And moving into Pod - Myself - for scarcely settled - The Phebes have begun - And then - it's time to strike my Tent - A...
Alone, I cannot be - For Hosts - do visit me - Recordless Company - Who baffle Key - They have no Robes, nor Names - No Almanacs - nor Climes - But general Homes Like Gnomes - Their Coming, may be kn...
The Daisy follows soft the Sun - And when his golden walk is done - Sits shyly at his feet - He - waking - finds the flower there - Wherefore - Marauder - art thou here? Because, Sir, love is sweet! W...
Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns - Adds poignancy to Winter - The freezing Fancy turns To a fictitious Summer To palliate a Cold - Not obviated of Degree - Nor eased - of Latitude.
Keep my pledge. I was not called - Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose - I plight again - By every sainted Bee - By Daisy called from hillside - By Bobolink from lane - Blossom and I - Her oath, ...
I cross till I am weary A Mountain - in my mind - More Mountains - then a Sea - More Seas - And then A Desert - find - And My Horizon blocks With sudden - blinding - Grains Of unconjectured quantity -...
The Cat that in the corner sits Her martial time forgot - The rat but a tradition now Of her desireless Lot, Another class remind me of - Who neither please nor play, But - "not to make a bit of ...
Che l'amore ? tutto, ? tutto ci? che sappiamo dell'amore.
I think just how my shape will rise - When I shall be "forgiven" - Till Hair - and Eyes - and timid Head - Are out of sight - in Heaven - I think just how my lips will weigh - With shapeless...
From Us She wandered now, a Year - Her tarrying, unknown. If Wilderness prevent Her feet - Or that Ethereal Zone No Man hath seen and lived - We ignorant must be - We only know what time of Year We fe...
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate - 'Tis threaded in the Air - And though it do not wear As if it never Tore 'Tis very comfortable indeed And spacious as...
How many Flowers fail in Wood - Or perish from the Hill - Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful - How many cast a nameless Pod Upon the nearest Breeze - Unconscious of the Scarlet Frei...
To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise? To lead Him to the Well And let Him hear it drip Remind Him, would it not, somewhat Of His condemn...
Should you but fail at - Sea - In sight of me - Or doomed lie - Next Sun - to die - Or rap - at Paradise - unheard I'd harass God Until he let you in!
In lands I never saw - they say Immortal Alps look down - Whose Bonnets touch the firmament - Whose Sandals touch the town - Meek at whose everlasting feet A Myriad Daisy play - Which, Sir, are you an...
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss - It is the steadfast Heart, That had it beat a thousand years, With Love alone had bent - It's fervor the electric Oar, That bore it through the Tomb - Ourselves, d...
My God - He sees thee - Shine thy best - Fling up thy Balls of Gold Till every Cubit play with thee And every Crescent hold - Elate the Acre at his feet - Upon his Atom swim - Oh Sun - but just a Seco...
We lose - because we win - Gamblers - recollecting which - Toss their dice again.
Molta follia ? divino buon senso per chi sa vedere. Molto buon senso, completa la follia. Ma ? la maggioranza che prevale, in questo come in tutto il resto. Acconsenti? Sei sano di mente. Obietti? Se ...
The joy that has no stem nor core, Nor seed that we can sow, Is edible to longing, But ablative to show. By fundamental palates Those products are preferred Impregnable to transit And patented by pod.
I Came to buy a smile - today - But just a single smile - The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well - The one that no one else would miss It shone so very small - I'm pleading at the &...
To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain Is an unfurnished Circumstance Possession is to One As an Estate perpetual Or a reduceless Mine.
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown With spots of Burnish - roasted on Is proof against the Sun - But prone to shut it's spotted Fan And panting on a Clover lean As if it were undone.
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long - so short - Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal - Impart - Depart.
There is a pain - so utter - It swallows Being up - Then covers the Abyss with Trance - So Memory can step Around - across - upon it - As One within a Swoon - Goes safely - where an open eye - Would d...
