#AmericanWriters
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
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…