#AmericanWriters
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—