#AmericanWriters
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—