#AmericanWriters
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,