#AmericanWriters
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —