#AmericanWriters
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!