#AmericanWriters
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…