#AmericanWriters
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—