#AmericanWriters
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power