#AmericanWriters
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—