#AmericanWriters
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—