#AmericanWriters
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
