#AmericanWriters
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair