#AmericanWriters
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
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
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.