#AmericanWriters
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?