#AmericanWriters
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!