#AmericanWriters
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
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—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—