#AmericanWriters
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
