#AmericanWriters
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
