#AmericanWriters
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone