#AmericanWriters
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –