#AmericanWriters
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—