#AmericanWriters
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—