#AmericanWriters
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
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.
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end