#AmericanWriters
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…