#AmericanWriters
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—