#AmericanWriters
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
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…
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—