#AmericanWriters
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
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
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—