#AmericanWriters
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!