#AmericanWriters
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—