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153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—