#AmericanWriters
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—