#AmericanWriters
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—