#AmericanWriters
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.