#AmericanWriters
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—