#AmericanWriters
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine