#AmericanWriters
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…