#AmericanWriters
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.