#AmericanWriters
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
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 –
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light