#AmericanWriters
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
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’—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....