#AmericanWriters
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.