(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

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A still—Volcano—Life

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A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—

A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect

The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004


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