#AmericanWriters
Rearrange a 'Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—