#AmericanWriters
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—