#AmericanWriters
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass