#AmericanWriters
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot