#AmericanWriters
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—