#AmericanWriters
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,