#AmericanWriters
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—