#AmericanWriters
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin