#AmericanWriters
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.