#AmericanWriters
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—