#AmericanWriters
I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us—don’t te… They’d banish—you know! How dreary to be somebody!
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way. But were it told to me, to—day,
THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send. Secure against its own,
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
860 Absence disembodies’—so does Deat… Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove’—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
636 The Way I read a Letter’s’—this’… ’Tis first’—I lock the Door’— And push it with my fingers’—next’… For transport it be sure’—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day—
I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets,
