#AmericanWriters
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad