#AmericanWriters
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
