#AmericanWriters
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—