#AmericanWriters
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—