#AmericanWriters
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot