#AmericanWriters
195 For this’—accepted Breath’— Through it’—compete with Death’— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it’—my title take’—
The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to pretty tunes
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—