#AmericanWriters
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—