#AmericanWriters
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—