#AmericanWriters
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next