#AmericanWriters
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot