#AmericanWriters
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech