#AmericanWriters
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
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,
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—