Poems



When I Have Sense of what to Sense Appears (1)

When I have sense of what to sense appears,/ Sense is sense ere 'tis mine or mine in me is./ When I hear, Hearing, ere I do hear, hears./ When I see, before me abstract Seeing sees./ I am part Soul p...


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