#AmericanWriters
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
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,
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—