#AmericanWriters
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
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—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
