#AmericanWriters
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—