#AmericanWriters
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
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,
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -