#AmericanWriters
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—