#AmericanWriters
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
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…
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate