#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
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—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive