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Unable are the Loved to die
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality
Nay, it is Deity
Unable they that love - to die
For Love reforms Vitality
The Mind lives on the Heart
Like any Parasite -
If that is full of Meat
The Mind is fat.
But if the Heart omit
Emaciate the Wit -
The Aliment of it
We outgrow love like other things
And put it into Drawer -
Till it an Antique fashion shows
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
THE SOUL selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I ’ve known her from an ample nation
Then close the valves of her attention
I died for beauty - but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In adjoining Room.
He questioned softly ‘Why I failed’ ?
‘For Beauty’ I replied -
‘And I - for Truth - Themself are One -
We Brethren, are’ - He said -
And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night -
We talked between the Rooms -
Until the Moss had reached our lips -
And covered up our names -
I asked no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way:
But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?
I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent –
There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as today.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.
The neighbours rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Somebody flings a mattress out, -
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that, -
I used to when a boy.
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;
And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade
Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, -
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.
Good Morning - Midnight
I'm coming Home -
Day - got tired of Me -
How could I - of Him?
Sunshine was a sweet place -
I liked to stay -
But Morn - didn't want me - now -
So - Good Night - Day!
I can look - can't I -
When the East is Read?
The Hills - have a way - then -
That puts the Heart - abroad -
You are not so fair - Midnight -
I choose - Day -
But - please take a little Girl -
He turned away!
The distance that the dead had gone
Ourselves were wed one summer – dear –
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
Civilization - spurns - the Leopard!
Was the Leopard - bold?
Deserts - never rebuked her Satin
Ethiop - her Gold -
Tawny - her Customs -
She was Conscious -
Spotted - her Dun Gown -
This was the Leopard's nature - Signor
Need - a keeper - frown?
Pity - the Pard - that left her Asia -
Memories - of Palm -
Cannot be stifled - with narcotic -
Not suppressed - with Balm -
Why – do they shut Me out of Heaven?
What soft – Cherubic Creatures –
I shall know why - when Time is over -
And I have ceased to wonder why -
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky -
He will tell me what "Peter" promised -
And I - for wonder at his woe
I shall forget the drop of Anguish
That calds me now - that scalds me now!
The most important population
They have a heaven each instant
Not any hell
Their names, unless you know them
'Twere useless tell.
Of bumble-bees and other nations
The grass is full.
|Much madness is divinest sense|
|To a discerning eye;|
|Much sense the starkest madness.|
|’T is the majority|
|In this, as all, prevails.|
|Assent, and you are sane;|
|Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,|
|And handled with a chain.|
|The grave would hinder me,|
|And life was not so ample I|
|Could finish enmity.|
|Nor had I time to love; but since|
|Some industry must be,|
|The little toil of love, I thought,|
|Was large enough for me.|
|I HAD a guinea golden;|
|I lost it in the sand,|
|And though the sum was simple,|
|And pounds were in the land,|
|Still had it such a value|
|Unto my frugal eye,|
|That when I could not find it|
|I sat me down to sigh.|
|I had a crimson robin|
|Who sang full many a day,|
|But when the woods were painted|
|He, too, did fly away.|
|Time brought me other robins,—|
|Their ballads were the same,—|
|Still for my missing troubadour|
|I kept the “house at hame.”|
|I had a star in heaven;|
|One Pleiad was its name,|
|And when I was not heeding|
|It wandered from the same.|
|And though the skies are crowded,|
|And all the night ashine,|
|I do not care about it,|
|Since none of them are mine.|
|My story has a moral:|
|I have a missing friend,—|
|Pleiad its name, and robin,|
|And guinea in the sand,—|
|And when this mournful ditty,|
|Accompanied with tear,|
|Shall meet the eye of traitor|
|In country far from here,|
|Grant that repentance solemn|
|May seize upon his mind,|
|And he no consolation|
|Beneath the sun may find.|
Not in vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
We play at Paste
I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there -
I held my spirit to the Glass
To prove it possibler -
I turned my being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name -
For doubt, that I should know te Sound
I judged my features - jarred my hair -
I pushed my dimples by, and waited -
If they - twinkled back -
Conviction might, of me -
I told myself "Take Courage, Friend -
That was a former time -
But we might learn to like the Heaven
As well as our Old Home!"
© 2001 Elena and Yacov Feldman