#AmericanWriters
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
