#AmericanWriters
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
