#AmericanWriters
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.