#AmericanWriters
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.