#AmericanWriters
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…