#AmericanWriters
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—