#AmericanWriters
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
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—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—