#AmericanWriters
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…