#AmericanWriters
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
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,
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—