#AmericanWriters
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.