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603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
