#AmericanWriters
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
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—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly