#AmericanWriters
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
