#AmericanWriters
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—