#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—