#AmericanWriters
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—