#AmericanWriters
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....