#AmericanWriters
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
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…
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.