#AmericanWriters
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—