This primer well did me describe,
Its letters were hieroglyphic toys.
In different ways did me inscribe,
This alphabet so curious one day,
I relegate, to the waste-paper basket Read the article »

The oceans surge, the rivers roll
In me, in me, in me.
The flowers smile, the zephyrs blow
In me, in me, in me. Read the article »

His answer flashed as lightning in my heart:
No, neither vanity, nor shame
Taints me, no kind of blame!
Bo you wish me to bare ray Sell glorious, rare?
Are you candid, sincere, Read the article »

Yea, yea, ’tis so.
These forms of space and time
Are garments fine and covers rich, which half reveal
And half conceal that glorious love of mine. Read the article »

They say the Sun is but His photo,
They say that man is in His image,
They say He twinkles in the stars,
They say He smiles in fragrant flowers, Read the article »

Oh! How could I get my Love’s likeness
Could anything like Him be conceived
Could He in cameras be received
Could Artist stand to take His picture? Read the article »

Loud outcries and wounds which once would hurt and smart,
Now sound so sweet like hymns of praise and
Music’s palmy art,
O thief, O slanderer, robber dear
I Look sharp, come, Welcome, quick, O don’t you fear. Read the article »

Dear little Violet, with Thy dewy eye,
Look up and tell me truly,
When no one is nigh,
What Thou art! Read the article »

The moon is up, they see the moon,
I drink Thine eyebrows light,
Pig shows they hold full crowded, soon,
I watch and watch Thee, source of sight
I Nay, call no surgeons, doctors none,
For me my pain is all delight. Read the article »

My self, the self is all to me,
The body, whither it goes what care I,
If tossed here and there or left to die.
I am Freedom’s Self; let the body as salt-sea spray
Be dashed hither and thither or up and away
Come on, ye pleasures, come on, ye pains,
To me ye are equal/ the same, the same. Read the article »