#AmericanWriters
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,