#AmericanWriters
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—