#AmericanWriters
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
