#AmericanWriters
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—