#AmericanWriters
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;