#AmericanWriters
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
’Twas Crisis’—All the length had… That dull’—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event’— And now the Chance had come’— The instant holding in its claw
230 We’—Bee and I’—live by the quaffi… ’Tisn’t all Hock’—with us’— Life has its Ale’— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
Witchcraft has not a pedigree, ‘Tis early as our breath, And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death.
203 He forgot’—and I’—remembered’— ’Twas an everyday affair’— Long ago as Christ and Peter’— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—