#AmericanWriters
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—