#AmericanWriters
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face