#AmericanWriters
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?