#AmericanWriters
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!