#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
