#AmericanWriters
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…