#AmericanWriters
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone