#AmericanWriters
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
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…
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”