#AmericanWriters
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
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
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—