#AmericanWriters
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—