#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.