#AmericanWriters
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
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…
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
