#AmericanWriters
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?