#AmericanWriters
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
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—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—