#AmericanWriters
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
