#AmericanWriters
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—