#AmericanWriters
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—