#AmericanWriters
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
