"cubit" poems - Hello Poetry

240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you— Do you think I’d stop For a Firmament— Or a Cubit—or so? I could borrow a Bonnet Of the Lark— And a Chamois’ Silver Boot— And a stirrup of an Antelope— And be with you—Tonight! But, Moon, and Star, Though you’re very far— There is one—farther than you— He—is more than a firmament—from Me— So I can never go!

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Emily Dickinson

Ah, Moon—and Star!

240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you— Do you think I’d stop For a Firmament— Or a Cubit—or so? I could borrow a Bonnet Of the Lark— And a Chamois’ Silver Boot— And a stirrup of an Antelope— And be with you—Tonight! But, Moon, and Star, Though you’re very far— There is one—farther than you— He—is more than a firmament—from Me— So I can never go!

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Single veteran knuckle, A bumblebee rapped against my bathroom window. With my hand flat against the glass in recognition of his long tour and fallen kin he traced to the south the first spring sun, whereupon a cubit of my sodden hair flamed with pollen of impossible angles.

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Oct 22, 2011

Oct 22, 2011 at 6:51 AM UTC

maximilian-hildebrand

March shower

Single veteran knuckle, A bumblebee rapped against my bathroom window. With my hand flat against the glass in recognition of his long tour and fallen kin he traced to the south the first spring sun, whereupon a cubit of my sodden hair flamed with pollen of impossible angles.

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949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root, Further than Arm could stretch Were it Giant long, Further than Sunshine could Were the Day Year long, Over the Light, yet over, Over the Arc of the Bird— Over the Comet’s chimney— Over the Cubit’s Head, Further than Guess can gallop Further than Riddle ride— Oh for a Disc to the Distance Between Ourselves and the Dead!

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Emily Dickinson

Under the Light, yet under

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root, Further than Arm could stretch Were it Giant long, Further than Sunshine could Were the Day Year long, Over the Light, yet over, Over the Arc of the Bird— Over the Comet’s chimney— Over the Cubit’s Head, Further than Guess can gallop Further than Riddle ride— Oh for a Disc to the Distance Between Ourselves and the Dead!

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1178 My God—He sees thee— Shine thy best— Fling up thy ***** of Gold Till every Cubit play with thee And every Crescent hold— Elate the Acre at his feet— Upon his Atom swim— Oh Sun—but just a Second’s right In thy long Race with him!

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Emily Dickinson

My God—He sees thee—

1178 My God—He sees thee— Shine thy best— Fling up thy ***** of Gold Till every Cubit play with thee And every Crescent hold— Elate the Acre at his feet— Upon his Atom swim— Oh Sun—but just a Second’s right In thy long Race with him!

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1 a singer — he want to go to the moon and I pinned on his head. he wants to sing with all the heavenly body and allege about love to his lover 2 another singer who like to dance also pinned me on his head. he walks like a moon — hard to tell the contrast of black and white from a cubit 3 and again, a singer. I am as cursed too lazy to go everywhere — to like forever I want to be pinned on his head — sing along and dance from a stage to another 4 and I am — they'll refuse me if I'm not me : but do not

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC

gilangperdana

Fedora Hat

1 a singer — he want to go to the moon and I pinned on his head. he wants to sing with all the heavenly body and allege about love to his lover 2 another singer who like to dance also pinned me on his head. he walks like a moon — hard to tell the contrast of black and white from a cubit 3 and again, a singer. I am as cursed too lazy to go everywhere — to like forever I want to be pinned on his head — sing along and dance from a stage to another 4 and I am — they'll refuse me if I'm not me : but do not

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Cast a newt and one mute swan dance upon a blade of grass concoction in a half pint glass two toed sloth and in the broth tails of toad bode well a cubit cubed of fresh marsh gas concoction in a half pint glass. Dance a jig with a one eyed pig and paint the moonlight black Off to fly in a broomstick sky witches on the wing with a wink and a drink and a touch of gas concoction in a half pint glass.

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Jun 6, 2016

Jun 6, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Wizards

Cast a newt and one mute swan dance upon a blade of grass concoction in a half pint glass two toed sloth and in the broth tails of toad bode well a cubit cubed of fresh marsh gas concoction in a half pint glass. Dance a jig with a one eyed pig and paint the moonlight black Off to fly in a broomstick sky witches on the wing with a wink and a drink and a touch of gas concoction in a half pint glass.

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