27 April 2016

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2716
Along the rails that run
Up there beyond the yard you can't see them,
That always without motion run
Ran still today but in a stiller stillness.
Why?
Then we knew if aught was gone,
His quiet diamond eye would see.

17 April 2016

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2712
Not by how long I look,
Nor that it shapes the light
At noon and dusk,
Nor by its clouded fullness
In the corner of an eye,
Can a truth be made beyond
This spring-flowering tree.

16 April 2016

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2710
How my instant-self contending
With a continuous chimerical
Person,
Does tremble to do what it will!
What desolate boy with my name
Did now in a dislocated hour
Inquire of himself,
What desire?

03 April 2016

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2316.2


Emergent in the expect of it,
There you are.
Can love's conjuration be real?
A space with a name and an hour?
No.  It is yourself,
In expectancy requited.