Spill your treasures young child,
for your tears are not in vain.
Your smile will no longer bring pain,
no longer will you experience the horrid rain.
Just remember to look at the moon’s beauty,
for it is your reflection flickering back.

712

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity—

The fireflies bloomed an indiscrete love
And we cursed at the shadows
Of an infinite dark.
The good nights remained
In a thought of a kiss.
And we ran
For youth was a liar.

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

Oh how badly I'd like to express to thee
How horribly I'd like to impale thee
Onto a rod of shiny silver
Straight through your innards
Make you quiver
With tears of despair and screams of agony
I will watch you die beside me.