#AmericanWriters
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird