American Poets Emily Dickinson Walt Whitman Edgar Allan

American Poets Emily Dickinson – Walt Whitman – Edgar Allan Poe

“Because I Could Not Stop for Death” Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. Or rather – He passed Us – The Dews drew quivering and Chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle – We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity –

“I heard a Fly buzz When I Died” Emily Dickinson I heard a Fly buzz - when I died The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air Between the Heaves of Storm - I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly - The Eyes around - had wrung them dry And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room - With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz Between the light - and me And then the Windows failed - and then I could not see to see -

“A Noiseless Patient Spider” Walt Whitman A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

“When I Heard the Learned Astronomer” Walt Whitman When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

“I Hear America Singing” Walt Whitman • I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, • Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, • The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, • The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, • The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, • The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, • The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, • The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, • Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, • The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, • Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.