#AmericanWriters
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…