#AmericanWriters
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…