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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LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—