#AmericanWriters
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.