#AmericanWriters
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—