#AmericanWriters
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.