#AmericanWriters
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
