#AmericanWriters
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine