#AmericanWriters
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—