#AmericanWriters
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
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…
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!