#AmericanWriters
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—