#AmericanWriters
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—