#AmericanWriters
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!