#AmericanWriters
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
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…
