#AmericanWriters
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
