#AmericanWriters
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —