#AmericanWriters
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
227 Teach Him – When He makes the na… Such an one – to say – On his babbling – Berry – lips – As should sound – to me –
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
