#AmericanWriters
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…