#AmericanWriters
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—