#AmericanWriters
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -