#AmericanWriters
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
