#AmericanWriters
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—