#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…