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…

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.