#AmericanWriters
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
