#AmericanWriters
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
