#AmericanWriters
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—