#AmericanWriters
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence