Pain – has an Element of Blank –
It cannot recollect
When it begun – or if there were
A time when it was not –

It has no future – but itself –
Its infinite contain
Its past – enlightened to perceive
New Periods – of Pain.

[Read in Everyman’s Selected Poems.]

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I cannot dance upon my Toes—
No Man instructed me—
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,

That had I Ballet knowledge—
Would put itself abroad
In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe—
Or lay a Prima, mad,

And though I had no Gown of Gauze—
No Ringlet, to my Hair,
Nor hopped to Audiences—like Birds,
One Claw upon the Air,

Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls,
Nor rolled on wheels of snow
Till I was out of sight, in sound,
The House encore me so—

Nor any know I know the Art
I mention—easy—Here—
Nor any Placard boast me—
It’s full as Opera—

[Read in Everyman’s Selected Poems. Ripped from the prowling Bee.]

To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it –
Block it up
With Other – and ’twill yawn the more –
You cannot solder an Abyss
With Air

[Read in Everyman’s Selected Poems.]

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —

[Read in Everyman’s Selected Poems. Ripped from http://emilyeveryday.com/2009/07/20/truth-must-dazzle-gradually/.]

He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on —
He stuns you by degrees —
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers — further heard —
Then nearer — Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten —
Your Brain — to bubble Cool —
Deals — One — imperial – Thunderbolt —
That scalps your naked Soul—

When Winds take Forests in their Paws —
The Universe — is still —

[Read in Everyman’s Selected Poems. Ripped from http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-fumbles-at-your-soul/.]