#AmericanWriters
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself