#AmericanWriters
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
