#AmericanWriters
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
