#AmericanWriters
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?