#AmericanWriters
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—