#AmericanWriters
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature