#AmericanWriters
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy