#AmericanWriters
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,