#AmericanWriters
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back