#AmericanWriters
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—