241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—