"It's thoughts and just One Heart"
It's thoughts and just One Heart
And Old Sunshine about
Make frugal Ones Content
And two or three for Company
Upon a Holiday
Crowded as Sacrament
Books when the Unit
Spare the Tenant long eno'
A Picture if it Car
"I'm sorry for the Dead - Today"
I'm sorry for the Dead Today
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences
It's time o' year for Hay.
And Broad Sunburned Acquaintance
Discourse between the Toil
And laugh, a homely species
That makes the Fence
"I measure every Gried I meet"
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes
I wonder if It weighs like Mine
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long
Or did it just begin
I could not tell the Date of Mine
It feels so old a pain
"I cannot live with You"
I cannot live with You -It would be Life -And Life is over there -Behind the Shelf
The Sexton keeps the Key to -Putting up
Our Life - His Porcelain -Like a Cup -Discarded of the Housewife -Quaint - or Broke -A newer Sevres pleases
"Death sets a Thing significant"
Death sets a Thing significant
The Eye had hurried by
Except a perished Creature
Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little Workmanships
In Crayon, or in Wool,
With "This was last Her fingers did"
"Viva La Vida"
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead
"Touch My Body"
"Contngere corpus meum"
MC ad te locum
O Yeah, O Yeah, O Yeah, O Yeah, O Yeah
O Yeah, O Yeah, O Yeah, O Yeah
Scio te iam exspectare oportet
Im 'exspectatis nimis
Curabitur in vobis omne in animo
Adfers nescio quod mihi febris
"The Road Not Taken"
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perha
"Take A Bow"
Oh, How about a round of applause, Yeah
A standing ovation
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
You look so dumb right now
Standing outside my house
Trying to apologize
You're so ugly when you cry
Please, just cut it out
Don't tell me you're sorry
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and m