#AmericanWriters
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin