#AmericanWriters
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people