#AmericanWriters
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith