#AmericanWriters
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
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—