#AmericanWriters
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…