#AmericanWriters
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.