#AmericanWriters
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.