#AmericanWriters
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back