#AmericanWriters
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—