#AmericanWriters
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -