#AmericanWriters
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?