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Presence
is his furthest license
neither he to me
The general Rose
decay
but this in Lady’s Drawer
make summer
I went to heaven, twas a small town
lit with a ruby, lathed with down.
I know lives, I could miss without a misery,
others whose instant’s wanting would be eternity.
The smallest courtesies
a flower or a book
plant smiles like seeds
that sprout in the dark
Wild Nghi, Wild Nights.
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury.
Futile, the Winds
to a Heart in port
Done with the Compass
Done with the Chart.
What if I say I shall not wait,
what if I burst the fleshly Gate
and pass escape, to thee.
Where Ships of Purple,
gently toss
On Seas of Daffodil,
Fantastic Sailors, mingle
And then, the Wharf is still.
Hope is the thing
with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune
without the words
and never stops at all.
I would like to give you a love
that makes us confident:
a thought from day
from my night a dream.
And as if we find each other
blessed and you
jewel in a palm
wich opens up freed
from my tired hands
the tenderness never
coveted
Here they are, the lovers:
they come almost one at a time
in the middle of the flower meadow
and slowly;
so far he feels the detachment
that you don’t have to go all out in the hug.
Our share of night to bear –
Our share of morning –
Our blank in bliss to fill
Our blank in scorning –
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way!
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards – Day!
My River runs to thee
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
My River waits reply
Oh Sea – look graciously
I’ll fetch thee Brooks
From spotted nooks
Say – Sea – Take Me!
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