#AmericanWriters
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!