#AmericanWriters
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…