#AmericanWriters
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
