#AmericanWriters
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be