#AmericanWriters
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
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
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,