#AmericanWriters
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.