#AmericanWriters
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,