#AmericanWriters
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
