#AmericanWriters
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,