#AmericanWriters
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,
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,