#AmericanWriters
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.