#AmericanWriters
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—