#AmericanWriters
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
