#AmericanWriters
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…