#AmericanWriters
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -