#AmericanWriters
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood