#AmericanWriters
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.