#AmericanWriters
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—