#AmericanWriters
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—