#AmericanWriters
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…