#AmericanWriters
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
