#AmericanWriters
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!