#AmericanWriters
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
