#AmericanWriters
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.