#AmericanWriters
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee