#AmericanWriters
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
