#AmericanWriters
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
