#AmericanWriters
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
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—
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
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,
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.