#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—