#AmericanWriters
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather