#AmericanWriters
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,