#AmericanWriters
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…