#AmericanWriters
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!