#AmericanWriters
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—