#AmericanWriters
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen