#AmericanWriters
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–