#AmericanWriters
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—