#AmericanWriters
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…