#AmericanWriters
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—