#AmericanWriters
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -