#AmericanWriters
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
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
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—