#AmericanWriters
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
The Grass so little has to do ' A Sphere of simple Green ' With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain ' And stir all day to pretty Tunes
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—