#AmericanWriters
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by