#AmericanWriters
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
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,
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
