#AmericanWriters
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.