#AmericanWriters
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—