#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
