#AmericanWriters
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!