#AmericanWriters
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
