#AmericanWriters
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.