#AmericanWriters
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—