#AmericanWriters
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east