#AmericanWriters
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
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
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,