#AmericanWriters
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—