#AmericanWriters
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—