#AmericanWriters
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?