#AmericanWriters
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—