#AmericanWriters
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –