“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

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....