I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.