#AmericanWriters
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
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—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
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
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
