Dust is the only Secret (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dust is the only Secret -- Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town." ...
Dust is the only Secret -- Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town." ...
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- Too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd ...
Nobody knows this little Rose -- It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And ...
A young man, twenty eight years old, on a vessel from Tenos, Emes arrived at this Syrian harbor with the ...
Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much. Why do you flash through ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One: Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. Five rosy ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
It does not matter in what language one writes. All language is foreign, incomprehensible. Every word, as soon as pronounced, ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
And because a man is human He'll want to eat, and thanks a lot But talk can't take the place ...
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin' All the place where he had ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good that one, ...
Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class ...
As a kid I believed in democracy: I 'saw no alternative'â?"teaching at The Big Place I ah put it in ...
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears & underneath, gladdened our afternoon munching a crab-'. That rabbit was a ...
Nothin very bad happen to me lately. How you explain that? â?"I explain that, Mr Bones, terms o' your bafflin ...
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & ...
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
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