All these my banners be.
To lose – if one can find again –
To him who keeps an Orchis' heart –
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Write me how many notes there be
Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers,
Who built this little Alban House
I've nothing else – to bring, You know – Maybe, we shouldn't mind them – Forever – is composed of Nows – From this – experienced Here – Without Debate – or Pause – One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted – Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting Far safer, through an Abbey gallop, Ourself behind ourself, concealed – The Body – borrows a Revolver – These – saw Visions – This – We stroked – These – adjust – that ran to meet us –
We met as Sparks – Diverging Flints
In this short Life
To see the Summer Sky
There are two Mays
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I sow my pageantry
In May –
It rises train by train –
Then sleeps in state again –
My chancel – all the plain
Today.
To miss – if one shall meet –
The Burglar cannot rob – then –
The Broker cannot cheat.
So build the hillocks gaily
Thou little spade of mine
Leaving nooks for Daisy
And for Columbine –
You and I the secret
Of the Crocus know –
Let us chant it softly –
"There is no more snow!"
The swamps are pink with June.
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Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps –
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadths of blue!
In the new Robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs –
How many trips the Tortoise makes –
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite –
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who'll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity? 224
So I keep bringing These –
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes –
Unless they didn't come –
Then – maybe, it would puzzle us
To find our way Home – 624
'Tis not a different time –
Except for Infiniteness –
And Latitude of Home –
Remove the Dates – to These –
Let Months dissolve in further Months –
And Years – exhale in Years –
Or Celebrated Days –
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Domini's – 670
One need not be a House –
The Brain has Corridors – surpassing
Material Place –
External Ghost
Than its interior Confronting –
That Cooler Host.
The Stones a'chase –
Than Unarmed, one's a'self encounter –
In lonesome Place –
Should startle most –
Assassin hid in our Apartment
Be Horror's least.
He bolts the Door –
O'erlooking a superior spectre –
Or More – 758
Latch them softly –
These – held Dimples –
Smooth them slow –
This – addressed departing accents –
Quick – Sweet Mouth – to miss thee so –
Unnumbered Satin –
These – we held among our own –
Fingers of the Slim Aurora –
Not so arrogant – this Noon –
Pearl – for Stocking – Pearl for Shoe –
Paradise – the only Palace
Fit for Her reception – now – 958
Sent various – scattered ways –
We parted as the Central Flint
Were cloven with an Adze –
Subsisting on the Light We bore
Before We felt the Dark –
A Flint unto this Day – perhaps –
But for that single Spark. 1287
That only lasts an hour
How much – how little – is
Within our power 1472
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee – 1618
And then a Must
And after that a Shall.
How infinite the compromise
That indicates I will!
Edited by Thomas H. Johnson
