#AmericanWriters
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—