#AmericanWriters
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore