#AmericanWriters
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East