#AmericanWriters
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—