#AmericanWriters
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—