#AmericanWriters
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!