#AmericanWriters
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
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
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting