#AmericanWriters
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.