#AmericanWriters
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,