#AmericanWriters
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
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,
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…