#AmericanWriters
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
Rearrange a 'Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied