#AmericanWriters
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
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,
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—