#AmericanWriters
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
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,
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
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
