#AmericanWriters
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die