#AmericanWriters
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman