#AmericanWriters
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…