#AmericanWriters
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—