#AmericanWriters
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake