#AmericanWriters
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
