#AmericanWriters
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
