#AmericanWriters
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.