#AmericanWriters
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,