#AmericanWriters
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
227 Teach Him – When He makes the na… Such an one – to say – On his babbling – Berry – lips – As should sound – to me –
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—