#AmericanWriters
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!