#AmericanWriters
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.