#AmericanWriters
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—