#AmericanWriters
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.