#AmericanWriters
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting