#AmericanWriters
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,
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.