#AmericanWriters
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!