#AmericanWriters
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I