#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
