#AmericanWriters
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
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—
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—