#AmericanWriters
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—