#AmericanWriters
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—