#AmericanWriters
400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
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
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
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?
