#AmericanWriters
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
