#AmericanWriters
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—