#AmericanWriters
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…