#AmericanWriters
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
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 –
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
Rearrange a 'Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—