#AmericanWriters
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
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,
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone