#AmericanWriters
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -