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LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
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
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
