#AmericanWriters
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
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,
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -