#AmericanWriters
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
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 fractured…
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—