#AmericanWriters
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.