#AmericanWriters
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
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
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict