(1916)
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This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…