Laura Riding Poems

Across a continent imaginary
Because it cannot be discovered now
Upon this fully apprehended planet—
No more applicants considered,
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Here where the end of bone is no end of song
And the earth is bedecked with immortality
In what was poetry
And now is pride beside
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With the face goes a mirror
As with the mind a world.
Likeness tells the doubting eye
That strangeness is not strange.
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This is not exactly what I mean
Any more than the sun is the sun.
But how to mean more closely
If the sun shines but approximately?
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I do not doubt you.
I know you love me.
It is a fact of your indoor face,
A true fancy of your muscularity.
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The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,
Though the mind is meek.
To be aware inwardly
of brain and beauty
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The little quids, the million quids,
The everywhere, everything, always quids,
The atoms of the Monoton—
Each turned three essences where it stood
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