#AmericanWriters
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—