#AmericanWriters
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine