#AmericanWriters
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—