#AmericanWriters
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—