#AmericanWriters
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper