#AmericanWriters
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
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…
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
