#AmericanWriters
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.