#AmericanWriters
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
