#AmericanWriters
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—