#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!