#AmericanWriters
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
