#AmericanWriters
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
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,
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.