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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
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Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
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Twenty men crossing a bridge,
Into a village,
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Among twenty snowy mountains,
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I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
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She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
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Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
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The poem of the mind in the act of finding
What will suffice. It has not always had
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At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
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My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
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Light the first light of evening
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
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Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
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First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
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There is a great river this side of Stygia
Before one comes to the first black cataracts
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As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth
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A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself. It is this or that
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Among the more irritating minor ideas
Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home
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Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Of tan with henna hackles, halt!
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I had as lief be embraced by the portier of the hotel
As to get no more from the moonlight
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Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
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At night, by the fire,
The colors of the bushes
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An old man sits
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The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
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The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
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One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths,
One's tootings at the weddings of the soul
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After the final no there comes a yes
And on that yes the future world depends.
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The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
Between the two we live and die--
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Sister and mother and diviner love,
And of the sisterhood of the living dead
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There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place of a mountain.
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The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
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