#AmericanWriters
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
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,
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 –
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.