#AmericanWriters
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology