#AmericanWriters
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—