#AmericanWriters
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—