#AmericanWriters
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
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…
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory