#AmericanWriters
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said