#AmericanWriters
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!