#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.