#AmericanWriters
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—