#AmericanWriters
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
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.
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…