#AmericanWriters
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—