#AmericanWriters
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.