#AmericanWriters
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
