#AmericanWriters
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—