#AmericanWriters
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy