#AmericanWriters
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
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
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!