#AmericanWriters
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
The Grass so little has to do ' A Sphere of simple Green ' With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain ' And stir all day to pretty Tunes
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
