Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Emily' fragments

From Bolts of Melody, edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and Millicent Todd Bingham, 1945.


Best things dwell out of sight --
The pearl, the just, our thought;

Most shun the public air
Legitimate and rare;

The capsule of the wind,
The capsule of the mind,

Exhibit here as doth a burr;
Germ's germ be where?


Air has no residence, no neighbor,
No ear, no door,
No apprehension of another -
Oh happy air!

Ethereal guest at e'en an outcast's pillow,
Essential host in life's faint wailing inn,
Later than light thy consciousness accost me
Till it depart, convoying mine.


Society for me my misery
since gift of thee.


Least rivers
Docile to some sea --
My Captain, thee.

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