#AmericanWriters
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
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.
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—