#AmericanWriters
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—