#AmericanWriters
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—