#AmericanWriters
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
