#AmericanWriters
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!