#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
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”?
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—