#AmericanWriters
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—