#AmericanWriters
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—