#AmericanWriters
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—