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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....
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
