#AmericanWriters
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—