#AmericanWriters
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
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—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
