#AmericanWriters
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
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
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,
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
