#AmericanWriters
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.