#AmericanWriters
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
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,
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.