#AmericanWriters
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
