#AmericanWriters
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in