When I walked home forgotten,
When I walked home in grief,
I found a letter under my door.
...
Has
Like a navel
A hole in its middle
Through which a gull may fly
...
Perhaps they laughed at Dante in his youth,
Told him that truth
Had unappealably been said
In the great masterpieces of the dead: --
...
Because we felt there could not be
A mowing in reality
So white and feathery-blown and gay
With blossoms of wild caraway,
...
In came the moon and covered me with wonder,
Touched me and was near me and made me very still.
In came a rush of song, like rain after thunder,
Pouring importunate on my window-sill.
...
Name me no names for my disease,
With uninforming breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death --
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Shall I say that what heaven gave
Earth has taken? --
Or that sleepers in the grave
Reawaken?
...
Though wisdom underfoot
Dies in the bloody fields,
Slowly the endless root
Gathers again and yields.
...
There is an island where a man alone,
Alive beyond the selfishness of living,
Knows the whole world around him as his own
...
Lest I learn, with clearer sight,
Such beauty cannot be -
Tie a bandage, pull it tight,
Blind me, I would not see!
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