#AmericanWriters
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base