#AmericanWriters
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -