#AmericanWriters
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—