#AmericanWriters
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
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