Orange Buds by Mail from Florida
(Voltaire closed a famous argument by claiming that a ship of war and the grand opera were proofs enough of civilization’s and France’s progress, in his day.)
A lesser proof than old Voltaire’s, yet greater, Proof of this present time, and thee, thy broad expanse, America, To my plain Northern hut, in outside clouds and snow, Brought safely for a thousand miles o’er land and tide, Some three days since on their own soil live-sprouting, Now here their sweetness through my room unfolding, A bunch of orange buds by mail from Florida.
Twilight
The soft voluptuous opiate shades, The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d—(I too will soon be gone, dispell’d,) A haze—nirwana—rest and