#AmericanWriters
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
