#AmericanWriters
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—