#AmericanWriters
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
