#AmericanWriters
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—