#AmericanWriters
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
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…
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,