I Shall Create! If Not

The Poetry Is Myself.

We Are Each Other's Harvest; We Are Each Other's Business; We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

And If Sun Comes / How Shall We Greet Him? / Shall We Not Dread Him, / Shall We Not Fear Him / After So Lengthy A / Session With Shade?

I Shall Create! If Not A Note, A Hole./if Not An Overture, A Desecration.

She Was Afraid To Suggest To Him That To Most People, Nothing "happens." That Most People Merely Live From Day To Day Until They Die. That, After He Had Been Dead A Year, Doubtless Fewer Than Five People Would Think Of Him Oftener Than Once A Year. That There Might Even Come A Year When No One On Earth Would Think Of Him At All.