I had been hungry all the years-My noon had come, to dine-I, trembling, drew the table nearAnd touched the curious wine. 'Twas this on tables I had seenWhen turning, hungry, lone,I looked in windows,...
She dealt her pretty words like Blades --How glittering they shone --And every One unbared a NerveOr wantoned with a Bone --She never deemed -- she hurt --That -- is not Steel's Affair --A vulgar grim...
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day...
We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.
That I shall love always, I argue theethat love is life,and life hath immortality
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
To see her is a picture-To hear her is a tune-To know her an IntemperanceAs innocent as June-To know her not-Affliction-To own her for a FriendA warmth as near as if the the SunWere shining in your Ha...
To be alive──is Power.
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down;It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues, for noon.It was not frost, for on my fleshI felt siroccos crawl,Nor fire, for just...
If you were coming in the fall,I'd brush the summer by,With half a smile and half a spurn,As housewives do a fly.If I could see you in a year,I'd wind the months in balls,And put them each in separate...
I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, Eyes;I wonder if It weighs like Mine,Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long,Or did it just begin?I could not tell the Date of Mine, It...
I can wade Grief --Whole Pools of it --I'm used to that --But the least push of JoyBreaks up my feet --And I tip -- drunken --Let no Pebble -- smile --'Twas the New Liquor --That was all!
He fumbles at your spiritAs players at the keysBefore they drop full music on;He stuns you by degrees.Prepares your brittle substanceFor the ethereal blowby fainter hammers, further heard,Then nearer,...
A soft Sea washed around the HouseA Sea of Summer AirAnd rose and fell the magic PlanksThat sailed without a care —For Captain was the ButterflyFor Helmsman was the Bee
Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it proved it proves too There was no Melody.
The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.
Parting is all we know of Heaven,and all we need of Hell.
your brain is wider than the sky
Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.