#AmericanWriters
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—