#AmericanWriters
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—