#AmericanWriters
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—