#AmericanWriters
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
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,
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.