#AmericanWriters
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—