#AmericanWriters
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
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.
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!