#AmericanWriters
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—