#AmericanWriters
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
