#AmericanWriters
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
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…
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…