#AmericanWriters
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
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—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
