#AmericanWriters
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
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
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—