#AmericanWriters
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!