#AmericanWriters
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,