#AmericanWriters
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
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!
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—