#AmericanWriters
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad