#AmericanWriters
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—