11.6.15

"Heaven"— is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree — Provided it do hopeless — hang — That —"He aven" is — to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud — The interdicted Land — Behind the Hill — the House behind — There — Paradise — is found! Her teasing Purples — Afternoons — The credulous — decoy — Enamored — of the Conjuror — That spurned us — Yesterday! "