#AmericanWriters
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us