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Them

Themself are all I have
There are two Ripenings
There came a Day – at Summer’s full
There came a Wind like a Bugle
There is a flower that Bees prefer
There is a June when Corn is cut
There is a pain – so utter
There is a Shame of Nobleness
There is a solitude of space
There is a word
There is another sky
There is a Languor of the Life
There is no Silence in the Earth – so silent
There’s a certain Slant of light
There’s been a Death, in the Opposite House
There’s something quieter than sleep
They called me to the Window, for
They dropped like Flakes
They have a little Odor – that to me
“They have not chosen me,” he said
They might not need me – Yet they might
They say that “Time assuages”
They shut me up in Prose
This – is the land – the Sunset washes
This Chasm, Sweet, opon my life
This Consciousness that is aware
This dirty – little – Heart
This heart that broke so long
This is a Blossom of the Brain
This is my letter to the World
This Me – that walks and works – must die
This was a Poet – It is That
This was in the White of the Year
This World is not Conclusion
Tho’ my destiny be Fustian
Those – dying then
Though the great Waters sleep
Three times – we parted – Breath – and I
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her
Through lane it lay – thro’ bramble
Through the Dark Sod – as Education
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord
Time does go on
‘Tis customary as we part
‘Tis good – the looking back on Grief
‘Tis little I – could care for Pearls
‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so
‘Tis One by One – the Father counts
‘Tis Opposites – entice
‘Tis so appalling – it exhilarates
‘Tis true – They shut me in the Cold
Title divine – is mine