#AmericanWriters
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said