If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it.
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447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—