#AmericanWriters
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn