We like March.
His Shoes are Purple —
He is new and high —
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler.
Makes he Forests dry.
Knows the Adder Tongue his coming
And presents her Spot —
Stands the Sun so close and mighty
That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others —...
We lose — because we win —
Gamblers — recollecting which
Toss their dice again!
We met as Sparks — Diverging Flints
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.
We miss a Kinsman more
When warranted to see
Than when withheld of Oceans
From possibility
A Furlong than a League
Inflicts a pricklier pain,
Till We, who smiled at Pyrenees —
Of Parishes, complain.
We miss Her, not because We see —
The Absence of an Eye —
Except its Mind accompany
Abridge Society
As slightly as the Routes of Stars —
Ourselves — asleep below —
We know that their superior Eyes
Include Us — as they go —
We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies —
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King —
We never know we go when we are going —
We jest and shut the Door —
Fate — following — behind us bolts it —
And we accost no more —
We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer —
Till it an Antique fashion shows —
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
We play at Paste —
Till qualified, for Pearl —
Then, drop the Paste —
And deem ourself a fool —
The Shapes — though — were similar —
And our new Hands
Learned Gem-Tactics —
Practicing Sands —
We pray — to Heaven —
We prate — of Heaven —
Relate — when Neighbors die —
At what o'clock to heaven — they fled —
Who saw them — Wherefore fly?
Is Heaven a Place — a Sky — a Tree?
Location's narrow way is for Ourselves —
Unto the Dead
There's no Geography —
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