#AmericanWriters
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—