#AmericanWriters
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament