#AmericanWriters
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—