#AmericanWriters
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—