#AmericanWriters
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—