#AmericanWriters
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.