#AmericanWriters
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
