#AmericanWriters
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…