#AmericanWriters
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -