#AmericanWriters
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—