#AmericanWriters
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
