#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life