#AmericanWriters
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
