By anonymous 

ase shuddering lusciously under and throug
phant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and
ns, all these I fill myself with,
ot the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the
isite meanings,
o the different voices winding in and out, striving, con-
ng with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
think the performers know themselves—but now I think
in to know them.

WHAT SHIP PUZZLED AT SEA

at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect
e, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot,
le boat, putting off and rowing, I hailing you

NOISELESS PATIENT SPIDER

ent spider,
on a little p montory it stood isolated,
explore the vacant vast surrounding,
filament, ment, filament out of itse
hem, ever  lessly speeding them.
y soul wh  you stand,
etached, i  measureless oceans of space,
y musicing, ve  ring, throwing, seeking the sphe  to
nect them,

he gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere,

O LIVING ALWAYS, ALWAYS DYING

O LIVING always, always dying!
O the burials of me past and present
O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as
O me, what I was for years, now dead (I lament no
content;)
O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, whic
and look at where I cast them,
To pass on (O living! always living!) and leave th
behind.

TO ONE SHORTLY TO

FROM all the rest I single out you, having a mess
You are to die—let others tell you what they
prevaricate,
I am exact and merciless, but I love you—there
you.

Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you just f
I do not argue, I bend my head  lose and half env
I sit quietly by, I remain faithful,
I am  than nurse, more than pa nt or neigh
I abs  you from all except your spiritual
you yourself will surely  ape
Th  you will leave will be but  rementiti
T n bursts through in unlooked-for  ections,
Stro  thoughts fill you and confidence,  u smile,
You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,