#AmericanWriters
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.