#AmericanWriters
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
The Grass so little has to do ' A Sphere of simple Green ' With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain ' And stir all day to pretty Tunes
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!