#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…
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased