#AmericanWriters
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…