#AmericanWriters
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,