#AmericanWriters
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
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
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—