#AmericanWriters
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—