#AmericanWriters
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
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
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!