A dim capacity for Wings

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S t o n y   G r o u n d

Pleasant Forest Cemetery

Knoxville, Tennessee

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My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease --

I'm feeling for the Air --

A dim capacity for Wings

Demeans the Dress I wear --

A power of Butterfly must be --

The Aptitude to fly

Meadows of Majesty implies

And easy Sweeps of Sky --

So I must baffle at the Hint

And cipher at the Sign

And make much blunder, if at last

I take the clue divine --

~Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)~

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A dear proximity

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A n   E y e f u l

South Carolina State Hospital (Defunct)

Columbia

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A dark theme keeps me here,

Though summer blazes in the vireo's eye.

Who would be half possessed

By his own nakedness?

Waking's my care --

I'll make a broken music, or I'll die.

Ye littles, lie more close!

Make me, O Lord, a last, a simple thing

Time cannot overwhelm.

Once I transcended time:

A bud broke to a rose,

And I rose from a last diminishing.

I look down the far light

And I behold the dark side of a tree

Far down a billowing plain,

And when I look again,

It's lost upon the night --

Night I embrace, a dear proximity.

I stand by a low fire

Counting the wisps of flame, and I watch how

Light shifts upon the wall.

I bid stillness be still.

I see, in evening air,

How slowly dark comes down on what we do.

~Theodore Roethke (1908-1963)~

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All we know of love

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P a t h s   C r o s s

Elmwood Cemetery

Columbia, South Carolina

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That Love is all there is,

Is all we know of Love;

It is enough, the freight should be

Proportioned to the groove.

~Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)~

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No highroads to my heart

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R e f l e c t

Broyhill Walking Park

Hickory, North Carolina

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Four people knew the very me,

Four is enough, so let it be;

For the rest I make no chart,

There are no highroads to my heart;

The gates are locked, they will not stir

For any ardent traveller.

I have not been misunderstood,

And on the whole, I think life good --

So waste no sympathy on me

Or any well-meant gallantry;

I have enough to do to muse

On memories I would not lose.

~Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)~

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Knowing and known

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S t e p   L i g h t l y

Elmwood Cemetery

Columbia, South Carolina

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If I must go to heaven's end

Climbing the ages like a stair,

Be near me and forever bend

With the same eyes above me there;

Time will fly past us like leaves flying,

We shall not heed, for we shall be

Beyond living, beyond dying,

Knowing and known unchangeably.

~Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)~

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