#AmericanWriters
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—