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Rainer Maria Rilke wrote these words on a flying sheet in the last years of his life: "Profond amour qui de la terre s'élève" ("Deepest love that rises from the earth"). Let's dream of a facsimile edition of those lovely poems in times to come.

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“If you were coming in the fall”

by Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I’d wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I’d count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen’s land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I’d toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity. But now, all ignorant of the length Of time’s uncertain wing, It goads me, like the goblin bee, That will not state its sting.

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Last Poems: XI

by A.E. Housman

Yonder see the morning blink: The sun is up, and up must I, To wash and dress and eat and drink And look at things and talk and think And work, and God knows why. Oh often have I washed and dressed And what’s to show for all my pain? Let me lie abed and rest: Ten thousand times I’ve done my best And all’s to do again.

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“I am afraid to own a Body--”

by Emily Dickinson

I am afraid to own a Body— I am afraid to own a Soul— Profound—precarious Property— Possession, not optional—

Double Estate—entailed at pleasure Upon an unsuspecting Heir— Duke in a moment of Deathlessness And God, for a Frontier.

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“The soul unto itself”

by Emily Dickinson

The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend– Or the most agonizing Spy– An Enemy–could send– Secure against its own– No treason it can fear– Itself–its Sovereign–of itself The Soul should stand in Awe–