#AmericanWriters
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.