#AmericanWriters
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,
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—