#AmericanWriters
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—