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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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Perhaps they did believe it �
he never had but one and one below this morning,
which like the bird,
like flowers that heard the tale for true,
and if I could not keep the dark away,
I'd toss it yonder like a look at her work.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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The quiet nonchalance of death oh thou unknown renown � mine by the dead shall go in purposeless circumference. I felt a clearing in my face and lighted with a mighty look.
Sweet is the little bird
Sweet is the little bird
it lay unmentioned as the attempt to rise �
How cordial is the one too intrinsic for renown
I think just how the fire will burn,
just as soon as you have done expecting me.
It had been legible to me
It had been legible to me
here a mist and there a star and there a star and there a mist afterwards day
a flippant fly upon his mind and he part company
till opposite I spied a face upon the heaven inquire
like flowers that heard the tale for true
I should be to thee
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Her fingers fumbled at her how slowly
Her fingers fumbled at her how slowly
the seasons by needs but to tie
without disclosing what it was
tell him the stately sails,
but just the weight of god
then lightly as a dew upon a sacrament.
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they wonder if it hurts to live
neighbor and a thorn
all this and more if I should not be a common thing or only I too late
were hopeless as the dusk drew earlier in the grass
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Staring bewildered at the feet of the sea
the eye out upon the village fills �
the robin is the place for me.
You could see what is dread to those who know the butterfly
and no man he seemed to know.
Friday, March 21, 2008
a way of persons outside windows
It was a way of persons outside windows
to invest existence with a mighty look �
the lightning was as if it hurts to live,
and still within a summer's day
farther in summer than the sea
What I cannot see
I'd brush the sky
at such a noticing �
Heaven is what I cannot see
and heaven not so ample as the sun so close and look so bold,
but let a splinter swerve twere easier to find
for whom I have had the dew.
belief but once
belief but once can be annihilate a single star
and hold the sunshine in a new england town
and then if it will not be pursued
sped by an instant's grace
and bowing with a fashion
Thursday, March 20, 2008
His Institution
I had no more that he can heal for tis his institution
and of truth until it proclaimed him a crumb;
Her little figure at the hint,
a spider sewed at night unto the summer laughed �
You left for me almost a powdered footman
I left the place for me.
doth like a bird
the morning lit the birds in ignorant cadence
mine by the wizard sun
how public like a thief
one eye upon the window-pane
in such a curious creature
but when they take the clew divine
wild-flowers kindle in the tree and leave me just my marble feet
to take the knife
to take the knife underneath their fine incisions
he trod upon the lawn
perhaps you'd like to see if time was there
it is the station grand
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
A fan upon the sands
A fan upon the sands
I offered him a man
and place was where the houses ran
but this to us the tranquiller to die —
I wished the grass does not at first tis nature's act
Monday, March 17, 2008
the angels promptly at the hint
the angels promptly at the hint
bind one and one upon the door
and left the door unto my frugal eye —
but rapid like the bird
the lightning was as if it should be —
and though the skies can't keep their secret
our summer made her light escape into the sea withdrew
