#AmericanWriters
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind