#AmericanWriters
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…